It really did sound like a great idea at the time. In 1975 I was living in an upstairs apartment at 425 West Avenue along with 3 other women… although it may have been 4 or 5 as they came and went… at times finding a new one sleeping on the couch in the morning. Anyway, having very little money I needed a plan. An idea came into my head so I grabbed the phone book and looked up numbers connected with the U of R Medical Center. I found a phone number for their Research Department and called it. It may have been a technician who answered but I didn’t ask him who he was. I just went ahead and asked if there might be an opportunity for me to sell my body to them. I would fill out an affidavit to guarantee that they would receive my body immediately upon my death… but I would get paid for it (ME!) NOW! After a short pause, he chuckled and said he was sorry but “we don’t offer any such purchases of body parts.”
“Hey! What time is it?” came a voice from the couch. “Time for a Plan B,” I shouted back to another sleepy friend of a friend.
