Every Friday, I play loteria with my family. It's the kind of thing that sounds small until you realize it's the thing you look forward to all week. I also love music — Dolly Parton, The Judds, nortenas, whatever's on. And I love being with my grandkids, playing dolls, watching movies, telling them stories about when I was little.
What's going on is that I have glomerulonephritis, a disease that damaged the tiny filters inside my kidneys. A transplant is what fixes that. I've been on dialysis since 2011, and I started doing it at home in May of 2025. It was hard to learn at first, but now I'm kind of an expert at it. Even so, it's five days a week, two and a half hours each time, and I'm tired all the time, with shortness of breath that doesn't really go away. Traveling, something I love, now means bringing along a heavy machine and someone strong enough to help carry it.
A transplant would mean getting some of that energy back. It would mean traveling without planning around a machine, without the exhaustion trailing behind every trip. It would mean more Fridays at the loteria table without feeling worn down, more afternoons with my grandkids where I'm not running on empty — still telling them the same old stories, but with more of myself in the room.
This touches my grandkids most of all. They're used to seeing me with the machine, used to the routine, but I want more ordinary time with them — the kind where I'm just their grandmother, not someone managing a treatment schedule.
Finding out whether you could be a donor is free and private, and it doesn't commit you to anything. If you're a match, the testing and surgery are covered by my insurance, not paid by you. If you're not a match, that's not the end of it — kidneys can sometimes be exchanged between pairs, so you could still help someone that way. The whole time, the medical team works for you, not for me. They're there to look out for you, and you can stop at any point, for any reason, without having to explain it to anyone, including me.
If you're willing, the first step is just finding out what's involved. Nobody's asking you for an organ right now — just to see whether you could be a donor.
And if you can't, sharing this still matters. Most people who end up donating hear about it from a friend, not from the person who needs it. So even just passing this along could be the thing that makes a difference.