Four years ago I put up a video (crying at times) telling all I was losing my transplanted kidney. While crying, I said, “Don’t mistake my tears for fear.” That I would be back. After three years of dialysis, I got the news of a donor, who wanted to donate to someone and she matched me…. I received the kidney one year ago. It has been a struggle because the kidney was small (I’m a big guy). I was told to be patient and in time my energy level would increase. It was a difficult year. I have been weak for almost a year. Today, I again cried for a while. I cried because I feel so good. I can walk without getting winded. I carried groceries from the store to my truck! I easily walked a flight of stairs. I hope to meet my donor soon.
To my donor, you raised me up so I can stand on mountains.