It’s been a long time since Dee died.
Her kidneys failed, and she’d been on dialysis, but needed a transplant.
Her family didn’t match, but her brother was a match for someone, and that someone’s brother was a match for her.
So, they arranged an exchange, and the surgeries were a success.
Except, her body rejected her kidney.
I was also a match, but she died before anything could be arranged.
A few years later, I came down with kidney stones.
And those are really painful.
A pain worse than death?
Probably not, but it helps me sleep at night.