I got awoken early Tuesday morning to a phone call off my mum. I took a deep breath before I answered, because let’s face it… the only reason she would be ringing at this hour was to tell me someone in my family was seriously ill, or worse, dead.
That was what I thought, anyway.
It turned out to be the complete opposite. The call was about my dad. My dad was diagnosed with kidney failure in 2007, and today he was being given the chance to live the life that had been taken for him. He was going to have a kidney transplant.
And that was the start of my realisation that life isdelicate, precious, sad, tragic, but overall, a beautiful thing. Even if we don’t always see it like that.
With kidney failure your kidneys are constantly deteriorating, so much so that at a certain point you have to be put onto dialysis – a machine which keeps you alive. But like all organs and most things in life – a machine can’t keep them alive forever. So the only way to add years onto your life is with another kidney – a kidney without any failures.
And to be given a working kidney like this was off a person who had died. So when my Dad was being given another life, I couldn’t help but think that while we were smiling, someone somewhere was crying at the loss of their loved one. How weird and wonderful does the world work.
It’s now been two weeks since his operation, and the kidney is showing no signs of working. His body has probably rejected it and we’ll go back to square one. Life is a hectic rollercoaster. Sometimes it’s fun and sometimes you just want to get off. But you’ve got to keep going. You’ve got to have hope.
In these two stressful weeks, I’ve learnt that the circle of life is bittersweet. There are always going to be happy and sad moments, and the sad times always make the happy times seem better. And whatever happens… whatever cards you were given, you have to be grateful for the good things in life.
Because no matter what happens in the circle of life… it always keeps going.