I recently wrote an anonymous letter of thanks and gratitude to the family of my kidney transplant donor, who was a 17-year old girl who passed away from trauma that left her brain dead. Writing this letter was one of the most amazing and most spiritually fulfilling things that I've done in a while. No a day goes by that I don't think about her sacrifice and then realize that a part of her still lives inside of me. I can place my hand over the spot on my left lower abdomen where the kidney rests and feel warmth there; the spot is warmer than the area around it. This literally gives me the goosebumps.
I truly hope the letter I wrote brings her family solace in a time of grieving that might seem overwhelming. I left the option open for them to contact me if they wish. Meeting them and finding out their daughter and her grace would be awesome, but I also understand if the grief is still too near for them.
More to come as this transplant journey progresses.
