Update - WE MATCHED!!! Surgery will be early 2018. I'll update you as often as I can. Thank you again for all of your kind words and support.
August 28th - I was sitting in a chair, squeezing a little foam ball, watching blood slowly fill a Red Cross donation bag, when I got the message. Normally I wouldn’t have my phone out during the procedure, but when the worst hurricane in the history of ever is trying to drown your loved ones, your lifeline is always close by. So imagine my surprise when I opened that message from an old friend in Houston and see a link not for mandatory Harvey evacuations or severe weather updates, but instead for some dude at Disney wearing a shirt that said, “In Need of O+ Kidney.” Well, I just happen to be O+, and if I can donate blood and platelets to complete strangers that I’ll never meet, why not donate a kidney to this single father of 5? I read the Facebook post, found his number, and gave him a call. Imagine getting this voicemail: “Hey, you don’t know me, but I saw your post, I’m O+, I have an extra kidney, and you’re more than welcome to have it. Also, I’m not crazy. Or on drugs. Oh, but I am in Indiana.” Between that most epic of introductions and the 90k shares he’d gotten on FB, I wasn’t really even expecting a “thanks but no thanks” return call. Wanna take a guess as to who was wrong? Bingo!
Fast forward 10 weeks - I’ve passed all of my preliminary evaluations, forked over a few quarts of blood and urine for testing, logged at least a million miles (approximately) on my Fitbit, lost well over 30 pounds, and found a whole new me in the process. All with exactly ZERO DIET COKE! That alone should qualify me, right? Sadly, no, no it does not. Wanna know what does? CT scans, x-rays, a couple of psych evals, and some sort of interrogation from a social worker. I hear she’s really nice though. For a New Yorker.
This is where you come in. It seems that doing the right things isn’t free. Or even cheap. So, while Robert’s insurance will pay for the testing and the eventual surgery, I have to pay to get my happy self over to Le Huge Apple. Fortunately, once I get there, it’s also the most expensive place in the world to stay.
I’ll share links to the original story by Roco and her interview with the local news, as well as both of Robert’s interviews. Feel free to ask me any and all questions that come to mind. If you’re able to donate, please do. If you’re not able, please share. I mean, that’s how all of this started anyway, right?
As a father, the one thing I want above all else is more time with my beautiful daughters. That's exactly what I'm giving this man; 20 years of healthy time spent with his kids. No more dialysis 12 hours a week. No more hoping and waiting. Just peace of mind for him and his family. I couldn't ask for anything more. Your help is appreciated. More than you can ever know.