I had a plan. It was a great plan.
See… I have two kidneys (you probably do too).
My mother-in-law needed one, just one.
I was going to give my kidney up so she could get one. I was worked up as a donor, entered into a kidney swap program and was waiting for the call.
The way this relates to fishing goes like this.
Is there any fishing trip I couldn’t take if I had donated a kidney so my mother-in-law could have one?
I mean… Christmas Island maybe? “Honey, I really need to get out there and see Christmas Island, ya know, to savor life after my kidney donation. How is your mom doing anyway?”
See? WHAT A PLAN!
Yesterday though, thanks to the really wonderful last act of an anonymous organ donor from New Mexico, my MIL got a new kidney. This is, of course, great news. I will continue to be able to take Advil (you can’t do that on one kidney) and come Thanksgiving or Christmas, I will be able to brine the turkey (salt a no-no for someone on dialysis).
My “I can take any trip I want” plans are in ruins, but, I guess it may be worth it. I’ll just have to negotiate the old fashioned way for trips to come.
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