I was inspired to write this blog after watching a Dateline special. I know it sounds ironic, but I started to pray about it also and God really wanted us to share our story.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The First Transplant
My husband received his first kidney transplant in the summer of 2003. His father donated his kidney. It is what you would expect right? A father donating his kidney to his son -- of course. Darion was not raised by his father and had no relationship with his father. Not completely the fault of his father, but nevertheless, the bigger part of the blessing -- Darion's half sister happened to come across a resume and application across her desk just before his kidney failed. His sister was working in human resources at the time and she contacted him. They were attempting to build a relationship that they weren't able to have previously. She was there when his kidneys failed the first time and she suggested their dad do it. Such an amazing thing. That kidney lasted 5 years -- very close to the date of the second transplant. Darion stayed with his father after the surgery and his father took care of him. Their relationship became strained and they became distant again.
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