31 Jan 2015

Moments that reinforce your faith in humanity

First a bit of personal context.

Once upon a time there were three crazy sisters who lived in a big old house in Mexico D.F. with a spotted dog whose tail could leave whip marks on your calves, and of course their parents. Life on weekdays was "same'old, same'old" (wake up to dog kisses, breakfast, school, homework, dinner, bed), but life on weekends was FUN! Because on weekends instead of three sisters there were four! Actually for a few years there were five, but one of them left the country with her bio-mom.

But back to the four "sisters". There were two crazy redheads, one wild curly haired sister, and then the littlest one who was crazy enough to allow one of the redheads to cut her hair one summer (to a disastrous result). For many, many years, sister number four would appear on a Friday night (or sometimes Saturday) and remain until Sunday night. So wild was that curly hair that her bio-mom would have to come by in the mornings on her way to work to tame it because her non-bio mom had no experience with crazy hair! Those weekends meant hours playing games (like hide and go seek in the dark, cops and robbers, Legos, ponies, playing dress-up even when it wasn't Halloween, bathing the dog and pups, board games... you name it!), watching scary movies (someone was a huuuuge fan of Freddy Krueger! *shudder* and someone else would insist we always watch a Disney movie after and frequently all sleep in the same room) or listening to music (someone was a huge fan of NKOTB, yes the same someone, no not me). Weekends frequently involved big lunches/dinners with lots of extra people, which meant KP duty for the four girls. Big kitchen with plenty of space? No problemo! One washed, one rinsed, one dried and one put away. Usually while reciting scenes from Mafalda or a movie or a song. Only time KP was ever considered fun. (And if you don't know Mafalda go learn Spanish and start reading asap! Only one of the best comic strips EVER!)

Result of digging through the "costume chest" a lifetime ago...

But all good things must come to an end. Notably parents' jobs in certain countries... and the three crazy sisters had to leave, while the wild curly haired sister stayed behind. There were visits, letters, calls, e-mails etc. But not quite the same is it with borders in between? But sisters will be sisters. No matter the time or distance.

For many, many, many years now this fourth "sister" of mine (you knew I was one of the redheads right?) has been living a new life near 'Frisco, getting to know her family there whom she barely knew before (that's what used to happen to families when geography got in the way, in  the pre-internet era), ever so patiently waiting for a life-saving kidney. None of her very large family was a match, and she was never ever placed at the top of the transplant list. She's spent years with regular visits to her friendly dialysis machine, having medical tests done on a regular basis, getting congratulated when she gained weight, chastised when she lost it. And unable to leave town and her dear dialysis machine behind.

Then shortly before Christmas a miracle happened! A friend of hers got tested, and was a match! And that friend said: "my kidney is your kidney". Woohoo!!! 

Kidney "sisters"

And yesterday my little "hermanita" - after having said farewell to her "dear" friend the dialysis machine - got her new kidney. She is now laying back in a hospital bed enjoying the effects of a shiny new (slightly used) kidney. And we're all over the moon for joy. And oh so thankful that someone selflessly said "Test me. Take mine. Have a new life!". 

And here it is:
Yes. This is a healthy kidney. About to be transplanted.
New life.

If you ever need something to reinforce your faith in humanity think of this story.

Now we just need our "sister" to get on a plane to Spain and get the four sisters back together, pronto! ;o) (of course that also involves bringing one in from the US and another from the UK... but the "parents" are in Alicante so Spain wins!)

11 comments:

  1. This post made me cry. Just when I think that all humanity is horrible, I read something like this. I'm so very pleased for your "sister" and I wish her a speedy recovery.

    Thanks, Cris, for a lovely way to wake up on a Sunday morning.

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    1. Thank you for sharing how this made you feel Chris! I was hoping it could be an inspiration for some!
      Enjoy your Sunday! :o)

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  2. How absolutely wonderful! I am friends with a married couple who were a match, and she gave him that same gift of life. Now I have another friend who knows how much it can matter if one makes such a wonderful gift to another. Great story! :-)

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    1. It is! And such a wonder that this is possible thanks to modern medicine! When I think of the lives saved that would have been lost even a few decades ago...

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  3. Great story! Hopefully all the sisters will be reunited soon!

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    1. Fingers crossed! :o) One Christmas in the not too distant future for sure. ;o)

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  4. What an awesome gift! I am so happy for the fourth sister. And for the other three. And the rest of the family. And the friends. And the world.

    I do hope you get that reunion soon! So glad I took the time to read your happy news!

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    1. Hi Lily! Long time no read, how wonderful of you to stop by!
      I do hope we get the reunion soon, but it looks like it won't be in 2015... *sigh*

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  5. Nothing new, eh? Well, it was nice to pop in and reread this amazing story. Hope the fourth sister is doing well, and that you'll soon get that reunion.

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  6. Well, I'm the Daddy, and my wife and I did get to have a reunion with our "adoptive daughter" and her new kidney while visiting another of our daughters in Santa Fe over Thanksgiving. It was a wonderful reunion, but would have been even better if our other two daughters had been able to be there (one in Spain and another in England). One day we'll get all of us together in the same country, same city, same house - probably in Alicante, Spain, where we reside.

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    1. The Hurricane and I wish we could have been there too!!!

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