David sat in the chair in a too familiar room. The last few years he had seen the inside of several cookie cutter rooms like this one. The sterile looking desk, the abstract art on the walls or sometimes a framed diploma from a university of medicine. In the middle of the room loomed an examination table.
He waited for this new specialist to tell him something different from what he already knew. David knew his body better than anyone, so he already knew what the most recent tests would show. Dr. Brennan came into the room and shook David’s hand before sitting across from him.
“David, you need a new kidney.” Dr. Brennan said as he slipped an x-ray on the screen so David could see. “Look here, where we shot the dye, there is absolutely no movement, no processing in your left kidney.”
“I see.” Said David, although he really did not. “What now, doc?”
“Do you have any siblings willing to give you a kidney? That’s always the first choice. We then can look at other family members, or friends that would be compatible. If not David, you will have to go on dialysis three times a week and be put on a waiting list for a kidney.”
The thought of being connected to a machine for the rest of his life or until a kidney became available was very depressing. David felt his whole life, as he knew it slipping away from him. He had said goodbye to his family years go over a misunderstanding that had torn the family apart. He told his parents in no uncertain terms that he never wanted to see them again, and that included his brother and sisters. How could he possibly call on them now?
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“Hello?” David said answering the phone.
“David? It’s Jonathan. How’s it going? I know you’re thinking, ‘long time no hear from’. Actually, I’ve been out of the country for the last five years, but you have never left my thoughts or prayers. I was doing missionary work in Africa and I was amazed at the poverty and the hopelessness that the people endure there. But I was also astounded at the closeness of the families regardless of what they have to endure. I was determined that when I came home that I would do what I could to mend the rift in this family. Life is too short and tomorrow is not promised. I know that sounds cliché, but I love you bro. Whata ya say?
“I say, I missed you too man.” said David.
“Now, what is it that you need?” asked Jonathan. “ Just so you know, whatever it is, if I have it, it’s yours.”
“How do you know I need something?”
“You know the identical twin phenomenon, when you hurt, I hurt, comes with the territory bro.”
David was moved to tears. He realized regardless of what happen with the transplant, he knew he no longer had to face it alone. He said, “Jonathan, I’m glad you’re home.”
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