This weekend marked 14 years since I donated my kidney to my son, Paul, who was 26 at the time. (He told his side of the experience in a post last year.) I’m happy to report that both of my kidneys are still doing well in their respective homes, so we naturally celebrate this important event every year at this time.
Like everyone else, we had to change a few things this year–even more than you might think because my arm is in a long cast (see photo). I’ll spare you the gory details, but I fell and broke my wrist last week. (And he couldn’t eat on one side of his mouth because he needed to have a tooth extracted this week.)
So, no steaks or fancy restaurants, but as you can see, none of that stopped us from celebrating–socially distanced, of course — this significant, life-changing event that trumped our current woes.
Come to think of it, kidney health is worth celebrating for everyone, every year. Don’t take yours for granted.