My Short Stories. You gave me Life.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, the tests were hard, the waiting excruciating but in the end, it was all worthwhile, yes he thought hard and took his time, but he had to do something, it was her last resort. The tests would identify if he was going to be a suitable match, blood matched even though they both had rare blood thank the Lord he thought to himself they matched.

Isabella had been awaiting a kidney transplant for 11 years, Adrian was too young to go through the operation at the time, he felt bad having to watch his sister fight day in and day out to keep alive, watching her turn yellow because her Kidneys were failing, he was sad but at the same time he knew she was a battler, and she would fight this until someone came along, a suitable donor.
Isabella was being kept alive by a Dialysis machine, it was her life support machine without it she would simply “die” what a thought Adrian shivered as if someone had walked over his grave.

Isabella had to travel daily to the Transplant unit in the Towns Hospital, she would stay there for six hours until she was “topped up” this gave Adrian the giggles as if he was talking about filling a car with petrol.
The family couldn’t afford to hire a dialysis machine they didn’t have much money so Isabella had to travel, she didn’t mind, but she looked awful each time she returned.
The day had finally come, Adrian held his sister’s hand as both of them were wheeled into the Th-eater, the doctor was a youngish man with greying hair probably the result of his years of studying, however, his smile was of assurance as he waved to the anaesthetist to administer the local anaesthetic.

The next thing Adrian saw was a shadow overlooking him, grabbing his arm to take his blood pressure, he fell back asleep, felt no pain but some discomfort it was to be expected he thought sleepily having a part of your body removed. Isabella woke up five hours after Adrian, she looked around and saw Adrian was still fast asleep before she could say anything her dad, pushed his fingers to her lips and said “everything is an alright darling” “Adrian is fine” “how do you feel”? Isabella was too weak to talk and drifted into another semi-conscious sleep. Three months later Adrian and Isabella were sitting outside a café enjoying the sun, both reflecting on the operation and the outcome. Isabella was now back to normal, she had a great colour and looked healthy, Adrian was fine too, they both giggled as they sipped their coffee.

CONCERN WITH KIDNEYS