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My kidneys fail.
Fatigue becomes my shadow.
Then—
a call.
A life lost, so mine could begin again.
In the hush of the transplant ward,
grief and grace meet.
This new kidney hums within me,
a quiet anthem of survival.
A stranger’s gift.
An angel saved me.
I live because they don't.
This strength—
a monument to their passing.
About the Creator
Tracy Stine
Freelance Writer. ASL Teacher. Disability Advocate. Deafblind. Snarky.
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