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Julie* was 22 years old, but she looked like a frail frightened 13 year old curled up in the hospital bed. She spoke like a petulant one.
“I don’t want to be here! I want to go hang out with my friends!” she yelled when I asked her what she wanted for her care. I was in her hospital room as a representative from the Ethics Committee, my goal to help relieve the conflict between her and the team of doctors trying to take care of her.
Thirteen years ago today, 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!
Happy Re-Birthday Babies!
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It has been months since I’ve last posted here. Way too long. And to my blog readers, I do apologize. While no excuse for neglecting my writing practice is sufficient, the one that comes the closest is because I have been vigorously promoting my book, followed by desperately trying to catch up with the day job.
