Twelve years ago yesterday, I gave my left kidney to Robert Phillips—a decision I've never regretted. We continue to share the same two healthy kidneys between us today.
Candy Man couldn’t remember the two strands of plastic tubing dangling from just below his right collarbone—the tunneled catheter we used to connect him to the dialysis machine.
“I appreciate your time and your concern, Doctor, but I have a strong faith in God and I believe He will see me through this.” This is what Maru Johnson said as I attempted to persuade him to follow the cardiologist’s recommendation to have coronary artery bypass surgery (CABG or ‘cabbage’). Just a few days prior he had a major heart attack that landed him in the ICU.
I had just finished presenting my body of research for the prior six years in hopes of convincing the committee I was worthy of promotion from Assistant to Associate Professor of Medicine when the chairperson said, “It is clear palliative care is your passion, so you should stop wasting your time with the dental research." I. Should. Stop. Wasting. My. Time.