Bottom line – I love my dad. For a few years, it was just the two of us (and a box of mac & cheese). When I found out that he had kidney disease and would possibly need a transplant, my first thought was when, where, and how do I get tested. Being the oldest of five, I knew it was my responsibility to step up and step in to help save my dad. There was nothing I wanted more than for my much younger siblings to have the same amount of time with our dad that I had. I mean, who else would enforce the strict curfew that I had to suffer through!?!?
Three years ago today, at the age of 25, I donated my “plump” left kidney to my dad and I would do it all over if I could. Being a fourth-grade teacher with summers off, I knew the best way possible to spend my break was saving my dad’s life. I currently “rock 1 kidney” by living the best life I can, teaching the fourth graders that I love!!
– Annie DeToro
That’s a hilarious reason for donating a kidney: “Who else would enforce the strict curfew that I had to suffer through!?” Clearly you and your dad already had a wonderful relationship, and it’s even stronger now. All the best to both of you, and thank you for sharing your story with us.