Hey. Can you spare a kidney?

This here is my friend Melissa.


Some of my former colleagues might remember seeing her over at Tunney’s.

Remember? When she worked there she was the only one who could make you laugh while she made you something delicious?  She’d drag your sandwich ‘through the garden’ and made the most delicious mayos ever?  Oh yeah, those were some good times.

<pause to remember happy-sandwich time>

Here’s the thing though, Melissa has kidney disease and the doctors give her 6 months to a year before she needs to go on dialysis. DIALYSIS.  And she’s 40.  FORTY!  We’re close in age and I’m quite fond of her funny ass so it hits pretty close to home.  If Melissa can’t find a new kidney before she has to go on dialysis, the doctors predict it will cut her life expectancy in half.

And when you really think about it, 20 years left to live is not a long time.

When you register to donate a kidney, you might find out that you’re not a match for Melissa but you might be a match for someone else.   My FN peeps who live with or who love a relative who lives with Diabetes know all to well the fear of dialysis and shortage of kidneys.

Sign up to give a kidney and you *can* save someone’s life. That’s all there is to it.

I’d like to hear Melissa or some kidney recipient say:

‘Oh hey, things were pretty serious back there cause I had no kidneys left but someone gave me one and I’m good now.  I’m good now, cause someone GAVE ME A KIDNEY!’

Or what if YOU could say this?

Friend:  ‘Whoah, that’s a seriously cool scar you got there.’

YOU: ‘You think so?  I got it when I was SAVING SOMEONE’S LIFE.  They were dying, I GAVE THEM A KIDNEY and NOW THEY’RE ALIVE. Thanks to ME.’

Click the links below, take a look and seriously consider it.

That's me and Melissa.  She needs a kidney.  Let's help her out my peeps.

That’s me and Melissa. She’s down a kidney. Let’s help her out.

To look into giving a kidney,  click on these handy-dandy links:




If you want to talk to Melissa about giving her YOUR kidney, send her a message on Facebook.

Alternately, talk to me here in the comments below and I can connect you.


What my secrets are…

For this edition of Thankful Thursday, I have a particular thank you to a group of people who spent a few minutes with me this past week.  On Tuesday, I was having a particularly not great day.  I asked my peeps if they had any songs that were uplifting. People came out in bunches to share things with me.  In my musical wanderings, I came across Mary Lambert’s song Secrets.  The secret that I’ve been harbouring lately is that I have a damaged nerve in my right ear that affects my balance and ability to function at full capacity.  With the help of a physiotherapist, I’m relearning to walk normally and read when looking downwards. It’s definitely getting better and I do have short periods of time now where I’m almost practically normal – otherwise, I’d never be able to write this blog post or record this video.   I also have long stretches where it’s not okay and that always disappoints me.

My islands of balance and okayness are short and exhausting but they do give me hope. I have spent so much of my summer sleeping. My doc and physiotherapist say that this is ok.  My brain and left ear are getting organized and they’re remapping stuff.  I decided to use some of my ‘ok islands’ over the last few days to say thank you and to dance around in my kitchen chair.  I can’t dance standing up yet but I will!  My recovery time has been way longer than I’d thought and though it’s hardly life threatening.  It sometimes gets me down.

For those of you already in the know, who listened sympathetically and patiently to my story and its progression this summer, or who posted tunes when I needed a lift here or on my Facebook page, I thank you. For realzies.  You never know how your actions affect others.  I’m trying to get back to normal. You’re helping. I’m grateful.

Take a peek at my goofiness:

Proper video for Mary Lambert’s ‘Secrets’:



‘It’s a long, long road to recovery from here. A long way back to the light. It’s long, long road to recovery from here. A long way to getting it right.- Recovery, Frank Turner

It’s true for so many of us in so many ways. We’re all recovering from something. I think the lyrics that Frank Turner sings here really hit the nail on the head.

Darling, Sweet Lover, won’t you help me to recover? Darling, Sweet Lover, someday this will all be over. – Recovery, Frank Turner

Here’s the video:


I find the video unsettling though. It seems incongruent with the angst of the song. Almost as if the director either didn’t get the song or tried to smooth over a different intention to the song. ‘Yeah, see, this is a song everyone can relate to- and it’s bouncy. Let’s show people bouncing around!’

No. I wanted angst, thank you. Heart twisting, drag your heart slowly on the concrete style angst. The song starts with a guy who is taking downers after a bender. Yeesh. Not a lot of bouncy dancing going on there.