Sunday, August 1, 2010

My spare kidney.

The Renal Specialist told us that you don't need to be a match anymore to donate a kidney. As soon as he told us that, I asked what I needed to do to prepare my body to give my kidney over to my husband who so needed it. He gave me all the information that I needed, and it was so. I was prepping my body to give him a kidney.

Medically, I was lost in the midst of all my husbands medical woes. Eventually, our doctor called me in for a complete medical. Since we were now talking kidney transplants, I needed to be in check.

Results: Borderline diabetes. Not surprising, I am Polynesian and an avid chocoholic.

I was told that since the diabetes is blatantly present, me giving a kidney would not be ethical. For me in the future, if the diabetes gets worse I'd need my second kidney. No lifestyle change promotion to reverse the diabetes at all.

I wasn't looking for a second opinion on that, but I got one 3 weeks later by way of a registered nurse at the clinic who told me that it was entirely up to me. If I wanted to donate a kidney to my husband, it was my decision and no one else's. I ran with that.

I'm still told, whenever we ask, that I can't donate but I also keep in mind what the nurse told me.

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