Why I Gave

A seed is planted

 The decision to give for some comes instantly.  For others it's a slow growth.  For me, as a broadcast journalist covering all sorts of stories, the seed was planted when I did a story in 2021 on a Greenville, SC mother-of-two who had reached stage 4 kidney disease.  I could see how a single donation would drastically change the lives of not just her, but her children, husand and all who loved her.  With two children of my own, I connected strongly with this mother and was so happy when I learned after the coverage that a donor had come forward.  What joy!

The story (to the left) had also enlightened me to the kidney donation process, one that has been going on for 70 years, and perfected over time.  The surgery is mainly laproscopic now (minimally invasive) which reduces pain and speeds up recovery. What I found incredibly reassuring was that statistically there is no life expectancy change. Donors go on to live long healthy lives with one kidney, and actually usually outlive the general population because they are so healthy.  Here are some of the impactful things I learned:

NEW INSPIRATION: 

In 2022 I saw a story broadcast by a nearby sister station on a young teen who needed a kidney.  I couldn't image what it would be like to have been active as a boy and then all of a sudden be bed-ridden and on dialysis. When I learned this teen and I were the same blood type, I immediately signed up to see if I could donate.  

After innumerable medical tests, and a small setback (I had donated blood too frequently and needed to restore my red blood cell levels) I was finally cleared to donate my left kidney, but I was not a match for Jamar.  However, I could still help him through a wonderful program called the National Kidney Registry. It allowed me to offer my kidney to another person and secure a "voucher" for Jarmar

A short time before I was set to donate, Jamar was able to get a kidney from a deceased donor.  Normally a living kidney donor is much prefered since the survival rate of the kidney lasts longer in the recipient, however, the deceased donor was of similar age and a perfect match. I was so very happy for him.  

So what next?  The answer was of course to find a new voucher recipient, of which there is no shortage.  The NKR  microsites are agonizing to look through, but speak to the need. To think, if just .03% of the American population stepped up to donate, everyone needing a kidney would get one.  

Ultimately, my transplant center helped identify a 13-year-old girl on dialysis.  I was delighted to know I would be helping a young person escape the daily difficulties of dialysis.

What was equally heartwarming for me was learning my own kidney would be going to a mother of a 9-year-old girl, just a few months after my own girl had turned nine.   I did not know either recipient, but with so much need, to be in a position to give and see it through was something I knew I would never regret. 

I was also motivated by the knowledge that I was not alone in this donor journey with so many who had come before, many of whom were altruistic donors like myself.  Joining this amazing community of like-minded strangers has been heartwarming.  As I explored my own donation path, I had the pleasure to connect with people like Ned Brooks who inspired so many with his TedX Talk on his journey and became a powerful spokesperson for giving. I also devoured every episode of the extremely helpful, candid and informative podcast, Donor Diaries, and got to speak personally with its amazing creator, donor and advocate Laurie Lee.  My mentor Megan (who ran a marathon 8 months after donating) offered endless support. My good friend Morgan (who donated to her husband, such love) was also always there for me.   And sweet Andrea who I got to know through a local nephrologist came to my need with a gift of therapuetic pillows (which I discuss in detail under "my recovery").  It is such a wonderful community of kindness, a window into the very best of humanity.