My brother needs a kidney.
He's spent the past 45 years grappling with a body that hasn't worked well as his one overburdened kidney slowly gave out. He lost the other one to a tumor at 9 months. Along with kidney failure he's dealing with a host of health issues that have developed as a result.
I've always known, on some level, that should he need one, one of my kidneys is his. Today I signed my first consent form, to have my blood tested for type and tissue matching. If that all comes back good, we move forward.
I am excited. I am terrified. I am overwhelmed. And I am grateful that I can hopefully make a positive difference.
This is where my story starts.