This Thursday, February 1st, is the day that we celebrate as Wendy’s Kidneyversary, the anniversary of her kidney transplant, a day that changed all of our lives forever. But we got the call about the kidney and she went into the operating room the day before, January 31st. That’s the date on all of the records. She just didn’t come out of the operating room until early morning, February 1st.
So why do we celebrate on the next day?
Let me explain.
I can’t celebrate a day that another mother lost her child. I just can’t do it. Her child’s death helped my child’s life, and that is a wonderful, wonderful thing. But I can’t celebrate on that day. I give that day to the mother of the child, the fourteen year old boy, to mourn. That is the worst day of her life.
And I cry with her. I mourn. I’m crying now as I write this. Imagine, just *imagine* losing your child. The baby you held. The boo boos you bandaged. The first grade Pilgrim plays and the fifth grade choir. Eighth grade with awkwardness and anger and smelly clothes. Even the bad days, wouldn’t you take them, than the alternative? Wouldn’t you?
Imagine hearing that your child has died and being approached, delicately, by the doctors about donating his organs. All the lives that could be saved. Could you do it?
This is Wendy’s 9th year with her kidney. She has done inspiring things. Her life is a testament to organ donation. In years past, I have written letters to the mother of Wendy’s kidney donor, and I have written about all of the things that this kidney has done, all of the countries it’s gone to and all of the things it has helped Wendy to do to succeed.
This year, though, I’m asking you, the person reading this, to become an organ donor, if you aren’t one already. It takes a minute. The link is here.
Don’t make your loved ones have to make that decision, of organ donation, on their worst day.
Make the decision for them. Give the gift of life.
And please help me to celebrate on February 1st. Nine years!