Today is my donorversary. One year ago today I gave one of my kidneys to my friend, Pete. And if it weren’t for the scars, I could probably forget it ever happened. One year out and I feel just as healthy, if not more so, than I did then.
The thing is, I don’t want to forget. I saw a FB update for a fellow donor that her scars were gone due to some vitamin/ointment stuff she had been taking/applying. At first I felt a tinge of envy but it only lasted a second. I realized that I love my scars. I love what they stand for and what they represent. I am very proud of my decision to donate and the sacrifices I was willing to make to see it through (and don’t worry, Mom and Joe, I haven’t forgotten all the sacrifices you both made as well 
Thankfully Pete is doing well. His body is continuing to accept the kidney (with the help of medication) and he no longer has to be tied down to dialysis. He is able to live life more fully and for that I am thankful.
I’ve been trying to think of some way I could mark this day every year; some way I could celebrate in my own way. I’ve really only had one idea – to donate blood every year in Pete’s honor. But, this is easier said than done. I get nervous thinking about donating because I’m not an easy stick. But having O- blood type means I carry the “universal donor” type. Anyone can receive my blood – A, B, O – anyone. And so over the next few weeks I will keep my eyes open for the nearest blood drive and will face that needle like I’ve done the ones before knowing it is the least I can do while I am still healthy and strong.
necessary comic relief
You’re still my hero, Laura! And thanks for the posting of the “necessary comic relief.” So adorable.
Regarding the post about the invasion of the cicadas….please be sure you’ve seen the movie “Lucas” and I think you can show it to your kids.
Love,
Glo