Tale of Two Kidneys - Chapter Nine

I came home from the hospital today. Recovery is a little harder than I expected. Since I bounced back so quickly after both my kids I thought I would do the same with this surgery. The pain has definitely humbled me.

The surgey went great. They told me that when they woke me up in post-surgery I kept saying, "The boy, the boy," over and over but I don't remember much. It wasn't until Sunday that I finally got word about the boy. A doctor came in to check on me. He said he was the one that did the transplant to the boy. He thanked me on behalf of the boy's family and said the surgery went good. He said the boy was very small from being so sick and it was hard to fit my kidney in him but they managed to do it. He said the boy had never eaten well and that dialysis had beaten up his body but since the surgery he kept asking for more food. The doctor was joking that they couldn't seem to get him enough food. The doctor also told us that the boy will never need dialysis again and that he was already asking if he could go play in the playroom at the children's hospital. He is feeling well and that makes this all worth it.