On The Sixth Day of Christmas : My Donor Gave To Me…

On the sixth day of Christmas, my donor gave to me…a scar.

Or, to be more accurate, multiple scars.

My first transplant left me with one long, pink line that went horizontally across my stomach. Everyone would always say how neat and tidy it was, how beautiful it was. Read More »

What does a donor give…more than just an Organ

As I come back from a glorious holiday in Sicily, which I had been looking forward to for over a year, I have been thinking about what a journey it has been to get there. There have been many things that have played a part in making this holiday possible. From my family, to my doctors, physios and everyone else who has made sure I was fit and healthy enough to enjoy it. However, the one most important person, is my donor. Read More »