So an old friend made a post on facebook about needing a kidney. Desperatly needing a kidney in fact, and as it turns out, I am a match for the blood type she is seeking a donor from. I haven't actually seen her with my own eyes in at least 10 years, but shes a wonderful gal, good mom, and because of facebook, weve been able to keep in touch. Problem is, I have no idea how in the world I would make room in my life for a kidney harvesting, and I have kids of my own, a wedding to plan, and my own life to navigate with out screwing it up too badly lol.. DF is completely against the idea. He has no idea who she is. He says, What if my remaining kidney goes bad and I wind up in her shoes? And hes right. So I am keeping quiet about my blood type to her. I would if I could... but I can't. And DF and I decided that I wont
But how do I forgive myself she dies, leaves her children motherless, leaves her family broken, and I could have been the one to save her! I feel like if she dies, and I could have prevented it by not worrying about my own life for a few months, well that would be a tough pill to swallow.
I was just wondering, what you ladies would do if you were in my shoes?
I'd signed up when giving blood once to be willing to donate bone marrow, and a few months ago I got a letter saying I was a possible match and to please fill out some paperwork and send it in. I was eliminated based off of my responses t othe paperwork. I didn't *want* to do it, I heard it's painful and I have no idea how that would work with job, baby, etc.....but I couldn't not try to save someone.