On the morning that Cass and I were brought to the ward at the Institute of Urology & Nephrology, there’s this pretty female patient in her mid fifties two beds away from Cass’ bed. Though she was in pain, she tried to make eye contact with me and smiled to me.
Several hours later, she doddered painfully and slowly to Cass’ bed and struck a conversation with me. She asked me the usual questions on why we were here and then told me that she’s just donated one of her kidneys to her daughter.
The Malay lady, seemingly from East Malaysia judging from her facial features, told me that she’s in great pain as she’d just donated one of her kidneys to her 26-year old daughter a few days ago. Her daughter was just wheeled out of the ICU and into a normal ward. Her daughter lost both her kidneys when she was just seven years old and had to be on dialysis. At 19 years old, she finally registered to be on the kidney transplant wait list. However, the wait was for seven years and finally she had to receive her mother’s kidney. I didn’t manage to dig more info from the lady as she was struggling to talk to me due to the pain.
As her daughter had to undergo dialysis thrice a week at a public dialysis center, the only job that she could do was to be her own boss, thus she runs her own restaurant. I was happy to know that her daughter’s body is accepting the new kidney and I hope that there will be no rejection later. Too bad I went home to get Cass’ stuff and didn’t get a chance to say good-bye to that lady. I wish her and her daughter well and hope that there will be brighter and happier days for them.
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