“People say I should be thankful for her
kidney.   I say I am thankful for her heart.”


That incredibly good-looking boy in the
picture is my son. The day he was born was
the luckiest day of my life. I know it’s strange
that I didn’t write the “happiest”.   The truth is,
it was the happiest… but, the story I’d like to
tell you is the one that almost kept me from
having him.

At the age of 23, I was unexpectedly
diagnosed with kidney failure due to IgA
Nephropathy, put on dialysis, and told my
best option was a kidney transplant. I dropped
out of college and was so physically drained
that if I wasn’t receiving dialysis, I was at
home in bed.


My mother swooped in and saved me.   In less than a year my mother – my           
selfless, unconditionally loving mother – risked her own life to save mine &    
donated a kidney to me in May 2005. I was discharged from the Ronald  Reagan
UCLA Medical Center on my 24th birthday.

Three years later, I graduated college and married the man that stood by my     
side throughout the entire kidney experience. The thought of leaving me never
once crossed his mind. Arvin’s only question to the doctors was, “When can she
come home?”

Three years after getting married, we approached the transplant team with our
dream of having a baby. My doctor sat us down and said, “It is not the ideal
situation for you to have a baby. We can’t tell you that you won’t lose your kidney,
but I know that if you don’t try, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” I responded,
“I was going to try anyway.” He said, “I knew you were,” put his  hands around my
face and smiled.   One month later I was pregnant.

My healthy baby boy was born on February 21, 2012. He cried immediately when
he was born, but when the nurse placed him on my chest he immediately stopped
crying. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at him, but there was a connection
between us that had already been made. He knew I was his mommy. I knew he
was my son. Tears of joy ran down my face.

He is now a year and a half and tears still run down my face when I look at how
perfect he is. My husband says, “We’ve hit the jackpot. We’ve won the prize of
life.” So, he understands. He understands that day was the luckiest day of my life,
of our life.

I owe it all to my mother. I owe her for the precious gift that is life. I owe her for
the gift of life the second time she gave it to me. I owe it to her that I was lucky
enough to be a mother. People say I should be thankful for her kidney. I say I am
thankful for her heart. Thank you, Mom. I love you.
Elizabeth Doan
Santa Monica, CA
Living Kidney Recipient
This story was sent to me by my dear
friend Pam Mackey  about her niece
Elizabeth....  As soon as I read it I knew it
needed and deserved a permanent place
here on the Porch.    Eventually, I'm going
to "rhyme it" and give it place of honor over
in the stories index....but the story itself
was too sweet not to share with porchers
right now!
Mothers are one of the greatest blessings
we receive from the Lord....
Thanks to Elizabeth for writing her story
and to Pam for sharing it
with us!!
ELIZABETH'S  STORY

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