National Kidney Day & emotions running high!

Cripes, it’s been over a year since I volunteered to donate my kidney. In 5 weeks, it will be a year since the surgery. You’d think everything would be dead & gone, moving on, etc.

Nope.

Woke up this morning to see so many other donors and families of donors posting on Facebook about National Kidney Day and I cried. Twice.

It’s been a roller coaster of a year. Mostly good, but there were some pretty deep lows, too. Losing my job, my uncle dying the day before the surgery, my cousin killing herself a month after. I had a lot to deal with at the time and couldn’t have gotten through it without my family and friends, especially Kirti.

It’s funny that we had only met once when I agreed to begin the testing. And once I started the process, there really wasn’t anyone I could talk to about it all, except for her. The medical terminology, the publicity, the surgery, etc. She super-educated herself on everything to help out TinyMom, but I think it helped me ever more.

We’re starting to plan the one-year Kidneyversary party. A venue is donating the facility. Bands volunteering to play. Chefs wanting to bring food. It’s overwhelming, the amount of love and support people are showing. Many of them, I had never met until a year ago, when the fundraisers started.

So, it will be a crying day. Fuck, I could use a giant hug.