4.5 years and counting. I had been set up for transplant on Dec 2nd 2014. My brother was to be my donor. We were both looking forward to it and actually building a closer relationship because of it. Then I ruined everything. On purpose. My transplant was pushed back to the 16th then cancelled completely. All because the teams feared my brother would end up with an issue using pain meds post transplant. I told them about some issues he had. I care more about my brother than myself. I cost myself the transplant. I knew they would cancel. But I didn't want to gain a kidney only to lose my brother in the process. I'm still waiting for a match. I heard penn changed their rating system that whole1-6 criteria doesn't matter anymore ( I don't see how.. it matters to me because 4 years ago that's how they explained it) I'm at the hospital now Bc my blood pressure has been dropping really low. They think it's dialysis related but no one really knows. I regret nothing I have done. I know someday i'll have a transplant. Just not today.
Noahvale, I have to admit that the idea of "self-sabotage" occurred to me, too. Thank you for introducing the question. I hope that's not what's happening here.
I had concerns about my sister donating to me, so I think I understand. My sister told me she would lie to the transplant team if they asked her questions that might rule her out. It was a huge red flag to me. I think she has a mental illness of some sort, but I don't know her diagnosis. She acts "off," and at nearly 60, she still seems emotionally like a teenager in some ways. She's always needed more outside support than most adults to keep her on track. She was a match for me, but I think she sabotaged her own ability to donate without my saying a word. She was doing the testing remotely, so the transplant team didn't have face-to-face interaction to see the "offness" for themselves. I don't know if it came through over the phone or if they rejected her for medical reasons. Either way, I was relieved when she was rejected. I was concerned both for her well-being and because I thought it might damage our relationship if she did donate. Not because she would regret it or be resentful, but because she would drive me crazy because I thought she might try to "own" me.
There are a lot of emotional issues attached to live donations...I always secretly held it against my younger sister for not offering me a kidney in the early stages...when I needed it.Two failed cadaver transplants and poor health later, she suddenly volunteered to be tested.But sadly she was nowhere near a good match so I guess it was never meant to be ... I can only dream of that twin I didn't know about living in Australia or someplace