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Lowiq  (Level: 218.8 - Posts: 1956)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 10:30 PM


Not that it matters, but my brother John and I bear a striking resemblance to one another. We worked repairing cars for many years and no one but our parents could keep us straight. I was the first to take action. We each had name tags on our work shirts. His said “John”; mine said “Not John”. I wore it as a public service.
Okay. In January of 1993, I was hospitalized in town with kidney failure. After eight days in the hospital that’s all we knew. No one could put a name on the specific disease. It wasn’t until September of that year, after my first of many biopsies, that I learned I had IGA nephropathy. (I figured that I contracted this dread disease while my mother was carrying me in utero. You see, she stood too long next to the frozen food section and there you go!) What it really meant was a gradual reduction in kidney function over many years.
By early 2002, my creatinine level topped 5.0. (I throw that in so medical professionals can gasp!) I went to the hospital in Madison for a consultation with a real live transplant surgeon. It looked like a transplant was in my future. I asked John and he said “Yes” right away. (Of course I did have to promise him five strokes off his golf game.) He was tested thoroughly. First time to see if he was a proper match. Second time to establish if he could live on one kidney. Among the valuable things learned in that test was that the kidney I would receive had a bifurcated artery. (Fancy word for “splits right out of the kidney”.) With that fact in mind, I thought it would be appropriate if we called John’s kidney “Mr. Splitty”. After a short time I decided to name my own kidneys. All I could come up with was “Slim” and “None”.
We learned it was a go in May and the surgery was scheduled for August 21. John and I were admitted to the hospital a day before the surgery. One of the first laughs was when the hospital staff switched our lunches. We immediately thought of ways to make sure he would be the donor and I would be the recipient. Otherwise, what’s the point?
My lab numbers were approaching the normal range within 48 hours of the transplant operation. John’s kidney was taken laparoscopically. His heal time was much quicker! He was discharged 3 days after the operation; I got out in five days.
I had two subsequent hospitalizations during the first year…not a huge surprise. The first year after transplant is the most exciting. Now I do lab work locally once a month…what I call “The fab five”…five tests that provide enough information about how Mr. Splitty is doing. Happy to say he’s doing fine. I go back to the hospital once a year to do pretty much the same thing and have some laughs.
I guess the moral of this whole story is: Be nice to your siblings; you never know when you’re going to need them!

1mks  (Level: 221.3 - Posts: 5931)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 10:36 PM

Fabulous. Thanks for sharing. I will definitely be nicer to my sister.

Garrybl  (Level: 294.3 - Posts: 6810)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 10:53 PM

Wow! Great story; thank you for sharing --and thank your brother for doing the same thing....


Bbear  (Level: 168.0 - Posts: 2291)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 11:06 PM

Mr. Splitty sound like a good friend. Slim and none, however.

Nice story. Nice of your smart and intellgent brother to give a kidney to his stupid brother with the low IQ. Quite sporting.

Slicko  (Level: 223.9 - Posts: 1609)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 11:13 PM

Great story - thanks for letting us know about it.
And thanks to Bbear for helping to pronounce your name. I have been reading it as if it's Lowick and not knowing what the heck that stood for. I can be ultradense sometimes.

Salzypat  (Level: 162.6 - Posts: 5426)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 11:48 PM

Thanks for sharing the story.

Terry is a Presbyterian minister - can you imagine what his sermons are like? I bet no one sleeps through them.

Lowiq  (Level: 218.8 - Posts: 1956)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 11:51 PM

i don't know what Lowick stands for either...but then I am LOW IQ, I only have one kidney that works, and it's two and a half years older than the rest of me. Another interesting note. My successful transplant proves that a Cub fan's kidney can keep a Cardinals fan's body alive for seven years. The only side effect is that, every time the Cubs win, I have to go to the bathroom!

Lowiq  (Level: 218.8 - Posts: 1956)
Fri, 21st Aug '09 11:52 PM

It's especially lively on the Sunday after Easter...something we call Holy Humor Sunday.

Lynnm  (Level: 238.4 - Posts: 2057)
Sat, 22nd Aug '09 12:22 AM

More proof that laughter is the best medicine! Wonderful story, and Mr. Splitty rules!

Lodi  (Level: 108.0 - Posts: 2143)
Sat, 22nd Aug '09 1:38 AM

Thanks for sharing - you could be a writer, you know.

I'm inspired to go name my body parts now.

Larefamiliaris  (Level: 135.2 - Posts: 877)
Sat, 22nd Aug '09 6:50 AM

Brilliant story!

My Native American left foot, Stubs One Toe, actually laughed his sock off.

Thanks for sharing.

Pepperdoc  (Level: 152.5 - Posts: 4285)
Sat, 22nd Aug '09 8:31 AM

Long live Mr. Splitty!

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