She was one of the lucky ones: She found a donor within two weeks. Her son recently turned 7 and started second grade. She and her husband celebrated their 16th wedding anniversary last week.

That’s why, she said, registration drives should be looked at as a “celebration of life, a celebration of strangers coming together to save lives.”

But I’ll admit: I had my reservations about becoming a donor.

Thinking about being anesthetized and having tissue removed from my body makes me queasy. And any surgery, no matter how safe, comes with risks.

But I also believe it’s productive if we explain why we’re on the fence about becoming donors. Then advocates can counter our opinions with facts.

For a long time, I wasn’t an organ donor because I held out hope that scientists, long after I’d taken my last breath, would invent a cure for death and bring my corpse back to life, a la Frankenstein. Then I realized how ridiculous this was. Plus, the older I got, the less desire I had to live forever (though this might be the only way I’ll ever see the White Sox win another World Series).