The title of this post came to mind from a Bruce Cockburn song. It has much more to do with the injustice faced by those in places like Nicaragua and Mozambique, countries with histories of violent conflict.
My circumstances seem much less dire in comparison. I have this incredible infrastructure of medical care available to me, staffed by competent and caring professionals, all provided to me at no additional cost through our tax dollars.
Nevertheless, I am waiting for a miracle of sorts. Last week, the Living Donor Paired Exchange (LDPE), managed by Canadian Blood Services, ran its quarterly matching program. Within the next week, I am expecting to hear whether a match was found for me. If so, and if all the other pieces of the puzzle fall into place, then in about three months, my donor friend with the incompatible blood type will donate to someone in need of his kidney and another donor who is compatible with me will donate a kidney to me. Thanks to the coordination done by the LDPE, a possible scenario could mean that my friend in BC will fly to Nova Scotia to donate to someone in need, a donor from Nova Scotia will fly to Winnipeg to contribute a kidney to someone else, a donor from Winnipeg could fly to Hamilton to make yet another dramatic change in someone else’s life, and a person in Hamilton might drive up the 403 and 401 to London to donate a kidney to me. In reality, the numbers of people and the locations involved could be quite different, but I think you get the idea.
It’s also possible that a match will not be found for me from this round of matching, and so it is delayed until the next quarter, in September, when I will be in the pool once again seeking a match via the LDPE. In the meantime, I wait.
I hope to have some news for you soon. Thanks for your support.