I was scrolling through Facebook today and I saw a picture of a lady looking for a kidney. From what I could tell, she’s been looking for a while. She’s local. There was a number to call to see about donating.
I don’t know why I would want to give a kidney to a stranger, but for some odd reason, I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
After going through the little questionnaire with the nurse, I was told I had to go to the hospital to figure out what my blood type is because I have no clue. And I probably have to lose ten pounds or so to donate if I’m a match.
I don’t know if I will be a match. But upon stalking this lady’s Facebook page, I saw that she has a couple of children. They aren’t super young, but they are too young to not have a mother. I think until you reach 40, you are too young to lose your mom. Maybe you’re always too young to lose your mother. Maybe I’m taking this living in the moment and loving people you don’t know thing too seriously. But I just feel like I need to do more with my life and apparently with my organs.
I’ve always been an organ donor because I think donating your organs is a great thing to do. Especially when you’re dead. I mean, what do you need them for then? You don’t. So why keep them? But getting to donate while you are alive, that’s kind of even cooler.
So the plan is to go get tested when I get back from Ohio and if I’m a match and all the testing goes well (and there is a LOT of testing), I may give up a kidney just for the heck of it.