Our son Nick is a special guy. He is a special needs kid and was diagnosed with "small kidneys," or Chronic Renal Failure, in 2011. From that point on, our journey began.
We had two choices: start Nick on dialysis, or let the disease process take its course. Both options seemed unfathomable. He had a job, friends and lived in a group home. He had a life, so the decision was easy - we chose life.
As I said, Nick is a special guy. He amazed us daily on his ability to cope with a very difficult life changing process involving his course through the daily dialysis process. I sat with our son through each dialysis session three days a week for four hours each day. I watched him dwindle from us as the disease and dialysis took a toll on his body. It seemed so unfair to me that after everything he had already gone through, he would have to spend this precious time fighting to live. It was at this time I decided if I could was a match for Nick, I would become his donor. As a parent, how could I not?
On April 10, 2012, our mother-son bond became stronger than ever - I donated my kidney to Nick. Today, we have our "old Nick" back, and he's filled with the laughter, strength and joy he had before his illness. The gift of donation gave a gift to us all.