The editorial in the August 2008 issue of Glamour Magazine mentions three women who were inspired by articles in Glamour. One of the women is Kathie Rabasco who donated a kidney after reading an article about me in Glamour. Best wishes to Kathie and her recipient.
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Hi Tom,
We are both doing really well, thank you.
You did a great thing and because of what you did one more person is now living a healthy, happy life. And for the rest of my life I get to carry this with me, it's all pretty amazing.
Be well,
Kathie Rabasco
I know it's been years since this post went up, but I found it such a strange coincidence that I had to say something. I am donating a kidney to my father next week and I've constantly searched online for exeperiences, advice, etc. I read that follow up Glamour article and I remember thinking at the time that it was quite selfless that someone would donate to a stranger. I admired those people and couldn't help but ponder if I would do the same. Life happened, time went by, and the thought slipped my mind. Sad for all of those who need kidneys, I know, that people can go about their daily lives like others aren't in so much need. But fate/karma/what have you had something else in store for me. I found out my father was in renal failure early last year. Along with chemo for myeloma and ameloids, he started dialysis with the hope that his kidney function could improve. It did not and he got connected with the transplant program. I've always been fairly close to my dad and coincidentally am the only family member with the same blood type. After some convincing he allowed me to begin the matching process. I remembered that article and how I'd had some of my misconceptions corrected by it. Using that and further internet research I found out that it is remarkably low risk, especially for a young healthy donor and I couldn't find a reason NOT to go through with it. Unfortunately, my testing experience has taken much longer than it should have according to the other experiences I've read. All of that aside, though, the surgery is scheduled and I'm excited. These sites and shared experiences help alleviate my random, crazy fears (read:something goes wrong in surgery and you wake up 10 years later from a coma. Go ahead and laugh, but in my defense it was the day the surgery was scheduled and I was up at 1:30 am with anxiety). I'm reminded what I signed up for and why which gives me the peace I need.
I know it's been years since this post went up, but I found it such a strange coincidence that I had to say something. I am donating a kidney to my father next week and I've constantly searched online for exeperiences, advice, etc. I read that follow up Glamour article and I remember thinking at the time that it was quite selfless that someone would donate to a stranger. I admired those people and couldn't help but ponder if I would do the same. Life happened, time went by, and the thought slipped my mind. Sad for all of those who need kidneys, I know, that people can go about their daily lives like others aren't in so much need. But fate/karma/what have you had something else in store for me. I found out my father was in renal failure early last year. Along with chemo for myeloma and ameloids, he started dialysis with the hope that his kidney function could improve. It did not and he got connected with the transplant program. I've always been fairly close to my dad and coincidentally am the only family member with the same blood type. After some convincing he allowed me to begin the matching process. I remembered that article and how I'd had some of my misconceptions corrected by it. Using that and further internet research I found out that it is remarkably low risk, especially for a young healthy donor and I couldn't find a reason NOT to go through with it. Unfortunately, my testing experience has taken much longer than it should have according to the other experiences I've read. All of that aside, though, the surgery is scheduled and I'm excited. These sites and shared experiences help alleviate my random, crazy fears (read:something goes wrong in surgery and you wake up 10 years later from a coma. Go ahead and laugh, but in my defense it was the day the surgery was scheduled and I was up at 1:30 am with anxiety). I'm reminded what I signed up for and why which gives me the peace I need.
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