That Time I (Hopefully) Gave Away A Kidney – Part 1 (Why?)

March 15, 2013

Aurora De Lucia after just getting dressed in a hospital gown and puma shoes
Back in a hospital gown – this time for fun kidney tests. Woot!

How excited are you for another series of story posts to read?

(That is both a sarcastic and genuine question. I know some of you don’t really like blog posts in a long series, preferring standalone blog posts instead. But some of you like posts that fit together into one big story. Well, latter readers, you’re in luck!)

Yesterday, I announced I’m going to be a non-directed kidney donor. (Hopefully I am, at least – I haven’t gotten the final approval yet. So, please don’t get too, too excited… I suppose I’m maybe jumping the gun a little with the title of the posts, going with past tense. But, I think that will transfer easiest post-surgery… And let’s get real. I’m gonna make this happen. Bam!).

Anyway, when you tell people you’re planning on being a kidney donor for a stranger, the first question people have is why.

If you’ve meandered around this blog, you know that I had a weird congenital heart issue and I’ve spent a good amount of time in the hospital. I know first hand what it’s like to not be sure when you get to return to your normal life – the frustrations, uncertainty, all that jazz.

I quit some jobs and quit school. It’s very nice when people in hospitals are saving your life, but it’s not so nice when the life you’re trying to go back to is sort of falling apart.

If I can sacrifice a few weeks of my life to take away all that uncertainty for someone – to make it so that they can really live again, it seems like a pretty good trade to me.

Part 2 starts (over a year later – eesh!) here.

I'd love to hear from you! So whaddya say?