Today is yet another big milestone in this wonderful blessed life of mine. I’m celebrating ten years of living with my transplanted kidney from my very own mother. My kidney function began slowly declining shortly before my lung transplant in two thousand seven. Doctor’s told me, it was likely I would need a kidney transplant, sometime after receiving lungs. What they didn’t know, is just how soon after I actually needed a kidney. Due to the high doses of anti-rejection medication, following my lung transplant, my kidney function quickly declined drastically and I needed dialysis right almost right away. I went to Cincinnati Children’s hospital for dialysis three times a week for three hours. A short time later, my mom went through several tests and imaging procedures. She was a perfect match! On July second two thousand seven, my life was saved for the second time. Only this time, instead of a stranger, it was my mom! After all the pain and suffering I endured for 5 years, which, seemed like a lifetime to me, I was finally free of visiting the hospital numerous times a week.
I was ecstatic when I walked into my kidney transplant clinic, for my recent appointment and saw this new bulletin board on the wall: