by vagreys » Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:39 am
Today is the 5th anniversary of my transplant. In reading over my post from last year, I realize that there is another part to this story that deserves telling.
In January 2007, a young woman decided to emigrate from Sweden to the USA, where she settled on Long Island. One month later, she joined the dog forum where I was a moderator. March 2007 was National Organ Donor Month, and I posted a thread about the importance of giving the gift of life. My Swedish friend, Evee, read that post, and then contacted me to ask more questions.
I was active in retired Greyhound rescue and adoption, back then. In May 2007, Evee came down to Richmond to see a Greyhound haul, but what we didn't tell everyone was that she was also coming down to talk with me in depth about donating a kidney.
On 28 June 2007, I drove 6 hours up to New York, and picked her up and brought her down to Richmond for testing. She stayed for five months. Preliminary tests indicated that she was not a match for me. I have type A blood and she has type B. So I would reject her kidney, outright.
The next thing we considered was contacting other A/B pairs to try to arrange a swap. Evee would donate her kidney to a recipient in need of a type B kidney, and I would receive a kidney from that person's type A donor. None of the other pairs was medically-cleared to donate to me.
The last thing we considered is called a variance donation. Evee would donate to a stranger on the Type B list, on my behalf. In exchange for her donation of a live kidney, I would get moved to the top of the type A waiting list, and would get the very next available perfect kidney, instead of having to wait another 4-6 years (if I were to survive that long). What I didn't know at the time was that the doctors were afraid I wouldn't survive the winter, at the pace my body was deteriorating.
Evee decided she was willing to do that, for me. Words cannot express what I feel about this. She would be saving two lives - whoever got her kidney, and me.
Right after I informed my employer of the actual date of that surgery, and prepared them for the likelihood of my being out for 8-12 weeks sometime in the next two months, I was given the option of resigning or being fired. I chose to resign. Frankly, when life is full of transformative events, I had much more important things to think about, anyway.
On 4 September 2007, Evee donated her right kidney to a stranger. Effective at noon, that day, the minute her kidney started functioning in the recipient's boy, I went to the top of the Type A waiting list. I was expected to receive a new kidney within the next 65 days, on average and could get the call at any time.
Evee recovered well in the following weeks. I was at day 81 of my wait at the top of the list, when I got the call that a kidney had become available. I did not know until later that the docs had given me 72-76 days to survive, when I went to the top of the list. It did not even enter my mind that I would run out of time before getting a kidney.
Without Evee's generosity, I would not have been considered for the kidney I ended up receiving. I might not have survived the average wait time of 4-6 years for a kidney in my region of the country. I might still be waiting for a kidney, instead of the 20 months it ended up being. I am, indeed, thankful.
- tom
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