Tuesday, December 7, 2010

giving up a piece of me

I've been thinking that there's something about donating a kidney that's not unlike being pregnant. Lots of tests. Lots of waiting. Many unknowns. The reality that things could go tragically wrong (I tended towards anxious while I was pregnant). The unrelenting hope that all will be uneventful and everything will be fine in the end.

Both require hospitals stays even though you're not sick. Both have periods of serious pain. Apparently both leave you with more abdominal gas than you should have. There's recovery time afterwards to contend with. the possibility of complications.

And in both you're losing a piece of yourself, something your body sustained and nurtured. Even though pregnancy is temporary and the being inside you isn't a part of you the way an organ is, it's an intrinsic part of you while you're its home.

And once this piece of you leaves, you want health and ease for it. You want to do everything within your power to make sure its ok.

No, I won't be able to take care of my kidney in its new home. It won't be mine anymore. But I'd want it to have a long, strong productive life. To make things better for my brother. To help systems work, to increase vitality, to re-energize his insides. 

The thought of a kidney shower just popped into my head. Should all go through, maybe a big party at the end would be just the thing. 

Or my Japanese cherry blossom tattoo.


  1. A perfect analogy.
    And yes, a party and tattoo sound like perfect ways to celebrate.

  2. I like the tatoo. I would hold your hand - or meet your for coffee after. :) Good luck, dear Elissa.

  3. Your an amazing person for considering giving this gift to your brother :)