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Philip
In 1993 my wife Denise was diagnosed with lupus after giving birth to our son and soon developed kidney failure and spent years on dialysis. Denise had a deceased donor transplant and during that period, I proposed to her on her 40th birthday. Unfortunately, our happiness was short lived when a virus attacked Denise’s donated kidney, sadly she was back on dialysis. Denise and I had discussed living donation,
I donated one of my kidneys through the 3-way kidney swap scheme. We were the first to take part in this pioneering operation in the UK on July 25th, 2018, and it was a success. Knowing my wife has a better quality of life brings me, our son, family, and friends so much joy and happiness.
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Sarah
On the 4th of March 2004 I donated a kidney to my mum, prior to this mum had received a kidney from my elder sister but after several years it failed. If I’m completely honest it wasn’t a second thought, I had been in this position before but at a much younger age. Opting to be the donor was not a scary as it may seem. There is no way to predict the future, but I knew the future would be a brighter and happier place with mum around.Fast forward to 2022 and mum is still going strong!
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Bertram
I embarked on a journey that for many people from the black community would be unthinkable. In 2017 at St Georges Hospital, I donated a kidney to Hayley my wife through the kidney sharing scheme. I was not a match for Hayley but when I found out about the kidney sharing scheme (KSS) I put myself forward. It was the best decision I have ever made. Seeing my wife enjoy life again is fantastic. No more dialysis! We can travel and now do all the normal things married couples do.
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Polly
What inspired me to donate to my brother was, the simple fact that I didn’t want to see him go through dialysis, I could help make his life better and of course I wanted him to be able to have a full life with his young children. We grew up in Dulwich, Southeast London, in a loving, caring, and nurturing family. Our parents instilled in us the importance of family and would always tell us don’t fight with your brother or sister; they will end up being your best friend’. They were indeed right.