Distance: 0 miles
Elevation: 8030 ft
Others Here: Cloudbuster
Others in town: Paperweight, Sas, Not a Chance (actually hiking a different trail that intersects)
Camp: Cumbres Suites in Chama
When I was just a wee lad, my sister, Janice, saved my life at a public swimming pool. That would have been at either Bozeman, MT or Gunnison, CO; I’m not sure which. Little did she know she was preserving her own personal kidney farm. When she was 15 or 16, she fell from a cliff near Bozeman and suffered a compound fracture in her leg. She later developed type 1 diabetes that her doctors believe resulted from the pain medications from that accident.
Fast forward 40 years where her siblings learn her kidneys are failing. We all went through the steps to determine if we could be a match for living donation. For one reason or another, I was the only one of 4 siblings that could donate. It turned out that we were just about as perfect a match as could be. Everything lined up. So you see, God knew that Janice would need my kidney one day and set everything in process. Including the fact that neither of us has ever had a very common virus (which name I don’t remember). Somewhere on the order of 80% of the population has had this virus.
In January of 2015 we both went under the knife, I came out with one less Kidney and Janice came out with her life. A pretty good trade I would say. I’ve told this tale of joy because I want others to know that living donation does not mean the end of an active life for the donor. Quite the opposite! And here I am hiking from Mexico to Canada as living proof. You know what, even if it had meant a change in lifestyle for me, having my precious sister back is worth the price. By the way, she is supporting me on this hike by sending resupply boxes. I’ll meet all my siblings in Grand Lake, CO and I bet we all go on a day hike together; all of us.