A STRANGER DONATED HIS KIDNEY TO SAVE MY LIFE—A YEAR LATER, I MARRIED HIM. MINUTES AFTER WE SAID “I DO,” HE LEANED CLOSE AND WHISPERED, “THERE’S SOMETHING I NEVER TOLD YOU.”
A year ago, I thought receiving a kidney from a stranger would be the most unbelievable thing that ever happened to me.
Then I married him.
And less than fifteen minutes after Ethan became my husband, he leaned toward me and said:
“Claire, there’s something I should have told you before today.”
That was when I learned the man who had given me part of his body had also hidden an entire part of his life.
MY KIDNEYS FAILED AT THIRTY-ONE
Before all of this, I was thirty-one and healthy enough to think hospitals belonged to other people.
Then my kidneys started failing.
Fast.
My life turned into blood tests.
Dialysis.
Medication alarms.
Special diets.
Appointments at Willowcrest Medical Center.
