My aunt gave me one of the greatest gifts a person can give — her kidney. That gift added more than 20 years of memories I don’t think I would have had without it.
Twenty years of life, love, work, laughter, and moments that shaped who I am.
As life moved fast, I didn’t stay in touch the way I should have. I carry that with me — not out of shame, but out of love. She deserved more calls, more visits, more reminders of how deeply grateful I was and still am.
Her gift didn’t fade with time. It kept me here long enough to fall in love, get married, build a home, and keep fighting.
Now, as I look for a living donor again, I think of her every day. I think of the life she gave me — and how much I want to keep living it.
I’m now searching for a living kidney donor.
Not because I toke her gift lightly, but because I honor it.
Because she gave me time — and I’m fighting for more of it.
If you feel moved to learn about living donation or share my story, it would mean more than you know.
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