A routine doctor’s visit changed everything.
I still remember sitting in a specialist’s office, surrounded by medical diagrams and pamphlets that suddenly seemed very serious. The doctor explained that Daniel’s kidneys were not working the way they should.
There were words about long-term management and future planning. Then came the discussion about possible options down the road, including a transplant.
The room felt smaller after that.
When the doctor mentioned that a family member could potentially be a match, something in me decided before my mind caught up. I didn’t weigh the risks or pause to think it through.
I volunteered.
People have asked me since whether I hesitated. The honest answer is no. Watching the man I loved grow weaker was far more frightening than the idea of surgery. Our children had started asking questions no parent wants to hear. I would have done almost anything to protect them from that fear.
