As I recover from a broken wrist, typing and dictation have been tricky–hence so few posts in recent weeks. But here’s a wonderful and riveting story I want to share about the challenges of navigating a kidney transplant amid the coronavirus (spoiler alert: of course it has a happy ending). The transplant in question just happens to have been performed at the center where I donated to my son, Paul, almost exactly 14 years ago: UNC hospitals in Chapel Hill, NC. Their story is the reverse of ours: their son, Scott, donated to his mother (Margie). I’m happy to see that the Roney family was as closely and warmly supported as we were. Congratulations and warm wishes to you all.
Published by Carol Offen
I'm a living kidney donor--I donated to my son in 2006--who happens to be a wimp (I faint at flu shots). I'm passionate about encouraging living donation, and I figure that if I can donate a kidney, you probably can, too. I'm also a professional writer and editor. I'm writing a book on the subject, with a kidney recipient, tentatively titled The Greatest Gift: The Insider's Guide to Living Kidney Donation. View all posts by Carol Offen