I’ve got a good friend whose mother is really sick. Her kidneys are failing miserably and she’s on a wait list to get a new kidney. The list is 6 years long. She won’t live to see that.
So, I figured, “Why not?” I mean, I have two perfectly good kidneys. I’m healthy, don’t drink or do drugs. I don’t need both of them. Might as well try.
There are a few reasons why I feel so strongly about this. The first, of course, is that I’ve seen my friend worried for awhile about her mom. I know if I were in the same situation, I would feel the same. She’s not a match and can’t donate her own kidney.
Secondly, it reminds me of how I felt when my father was dying. He had cancer twice and made it through with chemotherapy and radiation. But the third time kicked his ass. I was completely helpless; there was absolutely nothing I could do except wait for him to die. He died just about 8 years ago, on the day before my birthday. It was heartbreaking, not being able to help at ALL. I know if there had been some way that SOMEBODY, anybody, could have helped, it would have happened if people knew about it. He was only 57 when he died. I had to tell him, via cell phone, that I would miss him when he died. I had just started doing comedy and he had hoped to come out and see me perform someday. He died before he got the chance.
Thirdly, it’s a good deed. I’m a good person. Why not? They’ve filled my karma bucket, just for attempting to try to help out. If I’m not a match, I will do everything in my power to get the word out on the importance of live organ donating. Maybe that will get someone else who’s a match.
Oh, and for the rest of my life, I can use that as a comeback to anyone who says anything bad about me. I am joking, of course. Sort of.
So, do some research. Think about it. With surgery advances, it’s not a difficult operation. I will be walking THAT DAY.
This week, I get some tests done to see if I’m a match. They have to take some of my blood and give it to her to see if it makes her sick or not. We’ll go from there.