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It’s not often I am given the opportunity to be part of a miracle. On September 1, I was honored to be a living kidney donor to my brother Paul in Atlanta. I was a part, albeit a vital part, but still just a part. Every step I walked along the way, someone else had walked before me bringing years of medical knowledge to bear.
They knew Paul and I would be an excellent match because of the generations of lab tests by researchers throughout the world. They knew how to best perform the surgeries needed because of thousands of patients who had entered too many operating rooms to count. The excellent care we received—and are still receiving—has been developed to improve outcomes and learned after decades of treatments. Amazingly, that meant I was discharged less than 24 hours from the end of surgery, and Paul just a few days later. Miraculous!
Today I am writing this from my mother’s bedside in Athens, Georgia. Another hospital. Another room. This time I’m in a chair, praying and trusting in different doctors and nurses to bring their skills and compassion to help in her recovery. She’s 91, and an amazingly courageous lady. And as I sit here, I’m remembering the faith she and my dear dad instilled in me. Faith that has carried me throughout my life and become even more real with each passing day. Faith in God as revealed in Jesus Christ. Miraculous!
Blessings,
Lori
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