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arlier this year, my husband had agreed to do a full-time assignment for seven weeks in addition to his permanent full-time job. During that time, I was so overwhelmed by my three children that I was sure I was experiencing emotions I thought any single parent would. And I thought to myself not only then, but many times in the past: how does a single mother (or father) do it? How does one provide for their children, care for them and all of their needs (physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually), and still manage to stay balanced? It was the last time I would secretly ponder these questions before I contacted Melanie who graciously introduced me to her previous life of single parenting.
A beautiful red-head and just eighteen years old, Melanie married the kind of man most teenagers her age dreamt of marrying – the kind that smitten girls would describe as the tall, dark, and handsome type. Gradually, the couple had three children and a successful business operated by Melanie in their million-dollar home. On the outside, they appeared to be the quintessential picture perfect family. But after enduring over nine years of pain, the verge of collapse abruptly came to a head. On an ordinary April afternoon, Melanie’s estranged husband took his belongings and left her behind with their three children, setting into motion a bitter process toward divorce.
Needless to say, Melanie was overcome by a myriad of fears and worries. Finding a new home and earning an income to pay the bills while raising and supporting her young children was downright overwhelming. But that was just the beginning. Melanie was afraid of the repercussions she felt her ex-husband was capable of or might inflict upon her person and her reputation. She dreaded humiliating her parents knowing how much her sister’s divorce almost a decade before had devastated them. She feared being despised by the church she had grown up in and belonged to for over twenty years. And she worried that she would be rejected by her friends and her children treated as outcasts.
At only twenty eight years old, Melanie officially had sole custody of the couples’ children (ages 7, 5, and 2), tarnished credit due to her ex-husband’s poor financial decisions, and a profitable business she was forced to gradually shut down. Melanie desperately searched for spiritual guidance to help navigate her young family through the uncertainties of their fragile situation.
Adjusting to her new role as a single mother was extremely difficult. Stress was at an all-time high in the beginning. Tardiness and speeding tickets became the norm for a time. Car collisions were miraculously avoided as she tended to her fighting children in the backseat. That first summer on her own, Melanie realized few outdoor activities were as appealing as they were low maintenance, so she planned park excursions with her kids and enjoyed picnics together. Sometimes, she took her children on walks or visited their grandparents. But for every good moment Melanie had, she had several moments where she was tired, sad, and lonely.
“Holidays used to be the worst because I knew that everybody was going to hang out somewhere and I was the oddball. When you are involved in a tight-knit community, you don’t really have a place. Suddenly, wives were holding on a little tighter to their husbands. When I saw this, it was hurtful, but I couldn’t react to it because I felt like these were the consequences of divorce. And there are consequences. But I went through them as best I could.”
As she might have expected, Melanie did lose some friendships, but she was determined to protect her children from the typical stereotypes placed on broken families. Melanie made a conscious decision to intentionally focus on her children and their well-being. Throughout the ordeal, she continued attending her home church but with some feedback from her children, kept an open mind and explored other area churches also. Her immediate family was her main source of moral support. Melanie’s eldest sister reminded her of an exemplary woman, wife, and mother – the woman described in Proverbs 31. “I posted the passage on my refrigerator and memorized it. I thought this was a very wise and business savvy woman. God was with this woman and if He was with her, then God would be with me too,” says Melanie.
In the years following the divorce, Melanie describes developing a sincere dependence upon and a close relationship with the Lord like she had never experienced before:
“I didn’t know God the way I knew Him when I went through my divorce. I fell in such a deep love with this Jesus and I wanted Him in every aspect of my life. He brought the right books for me to read, the right music to encourage me. I was so hungry that I would download podcasts of sermons and listen to them after I put Timothy [Melanie’s youngest child] down for a nap. I would drink my coffee while I listened to the Word and absorbed everything like a sponge.
He met me in my brokenness and revealed Himself in a TOTALLY different way and it was like an adventure… I always prayed, ‘God, if I don’t have a provider, You be my Provider. If I don’t have a husband, You provide for me the way a husband would provide.’ I didn’t get any handouts. Not even from my family. It truly was God providing for me in a supernatural way.”
She had just six short months to make some critical decisions before her ex-husband permitted their home to go into foreclosure. Finally, just before the house was taken away by the bank, Melanie found a residential home for lease. It was the only option she had at the time and was convinced she was destined to move her family there. The family packed their possessions and moved into the rental where she was permitted to launch an elderly care home for the second time. Her vacancies quickly filled and her business grew – a feat she credits to her heavenly Provider.
“Hauling and loading groceries for the business and the kids in the pouring rain, alone, was very overwhelming sometimes. There would be times when I would just sit in the car and rest my head on the steering wheel and I’d pray, ‘God, I don’t have anymore strength. Please, help me!’” On numerous occasions, Melanie locked herself in the bathroom and wept in desperation believing that life with three small children was not meant to be lived alone.
“When your spouse dies, it’s so horrible. But it’s a clean cut and you have everybody coming around you, consoling you and praying for you and having compassion on your children. When you go through a divorce, it’s like a jagged tear and everybody walks away because they don’t want to be associated with you and you’re left alone with the pieces.”
Sadly, one of the most heartbreaking pieces was Melanie watching the aftermath of her ex-husband’s complete withdrawal from his children impact them negatively. Rejection led to severe anxiety issues that influenced their behavior at school and at home. When Melanie occasionally scheduled a break for herself, her children would call her from their grandparents’ home begging her to take them with her. In her words, Melanie was “their everything.”
Not only was she terribly needed by her children, but she was the primary caregiver of five elderly clients. Melanie’s business was running steady, but a year later, the owners asked her to consider purchasing the home or relocate. Because the home was priced beyond her budget, she found herself standing at the crossroads again. Instead, she sold the business to the owners and once more, the Lord was her guide. He led her to a home that was not her preferred choice, a fixer-upper, but it didn’t require a down payment. Only at the insistence of her parents, Melanie warily agreed to proceed with the deal. More and more, Melanie realized how gracious the Lord was with her, not because of what she did, but because of Who He is. She started her business a third time, her expertise and savvy skills more refined than years past, and her earnings surpassed those of the days when she lived in her grand manor with her ex-husband. The increased revenue enabled her to refurbish the home while providing the best care for her family and her elderly residents.
By this time, Melanie had a revelation that changed her mind about the God she thought she knew.
“He wasn’t this God just waiting to get down on me every time I messed up. He was comforting me when there was nobody else. Alone, at night when I was bawling my eyes out – not because I missed my ex-husband – but because people had their own families and I had to respect that. And then the next day, I had to hold it together for my kids and for everybody else and act like I’m strong when inside I was thinking, what am I doing? But He supernaturally came through for me emotionally and financially.”
At times, comfort for Melanie came in the form of passages from Scripture (Isaiah 54:4-17, specifically) or from pages in books written by inspirational authors like C.S. Lewis. Other times, lyrics from a worship song struck a chord in her heart. But perhaps the most influential instruments the Lord used to encourage Melanie were people.
Melanie met ladies at her children’s school that held regular prayer meetings and spoke words of truth into her life. She hired a humble and courteous couple to help her with her business, but quickly became like guardian angels over her curious children. A thoughtful friend drew close to her during her hardship and occasionally invited her to lunch or offered to take the young family boating. Still, others stepped in with random acts of kindness and provided charitable gifts, like bicycles. Outnumbered by her children and limited by her business at home, trusted friends helped Melanie by taking the kids on spontaneous trips to the Lego store and other little outings that her children looked forward to visiting. “God pulled away some people and brought near some people. As I went through those four years, He brought in individuals at just the right season – the perfect counsel and the perfect help. They are the kind you just can’t find on your own; they were the hands and feet of Jesus. I can’t overstate how much God used them to touch my life.” Then finally, one individual in particular entered Melanie’s mending world, forever changing the seasons and dynamics of her maturing little family.
[…to be continued…]
[…continued from Part II…]
zedin was sitting at his work desk when Cory called on the 27th of May last spring. Gripping his phone firmly, he anxiously waited for Cory to tell him the final results of his testing.
He would not only need three of the six proteins in his blood to match Adis’s, but he must have two fully operating kidneys in order to donate one. Some people are born with a single kidney (termed renal agenesis) and others have kidney dysplasia, a condition where two kidneys are present but only one functions correctly. If the CT showed that Azedin did not have two working kidneys or the labs revealed that only one was healthy, Adis would remain on the national waiting list indefinitely. Time was running short.
‘I just want to let you know I have all your results back and…’ Cory paused. Azedin’s anxiety grew with every passing moment. “…And?” he thought impatiently. He would be heartbroken if Cory didn’t deliver promising news. “…You’re a match!” There was silence on his end of the telephone line. Azedin couldn’t believe what he heard. “We’re a go!” she exclaimed as she excitedly began to list the available dates for surgery.
Out of the six proteins in Azedin’s blood, all six were a complete match; typical of what is found in blood samples between twins. Kidney function tests and the final CT exam proved Azedin had a life-saving kidney to donate to his brother. He kept the results private as he and Adna planned Adis’s surprise birthday gift, the gift of a lifetime, with just two days to spare.
The evening of the gathering, Adis was in his living room telling jokes and laughing with family members when Azedin approached him with his surprise birthday gift. Azedin created a personal coupon book to break the news to his brother and the rest of the family. The first coupon was a voucher for $150 toward a new motorcycle jacket of his brother’s choice. The second coupon was cardstock cut into the shape of a kidney and its anatomical parts sketched onto its surface. The final coupon was a “Life Certificate” Azedin designed where he listed two surgery dates for Adis to choose from.
You can watch Adis’s reaction here.
The family was overwhelmed by the news. Adis’s wife and mother were both overcome by emotion. At first, Adis was confused and surprised, then sad. He tried to be happy, but he could hardly conceal his mixed emotions. Adis was aware that Azedin had been inquiring about the process of organ donation, but he didn’t know his brother was seriously exploring the option to become a donor himself. And Adis didn’t question Azedin about any involvement in the matter, concerned that he might instigate unintentional pressure upon his sibling. In fact, Adis preferred that his family not become implicated in the donor process, fearing he could never repay them should any of his loved ones ever need a kidney transplant in the future. Once Adis came to terms with the results, he was looking forward to better days.
While Adis was willing to continue dialysis for as long as necessary, he knew it was only a temporary solution to an ongoing problem. The first month Adis was on peritoneal dialysis (CAPD), he was manually filtering his blood four times a day, carrying small bags of cleaning solution with him everywhere he went. It was inconvenient and sanitation was extremely imperative to avoid possible peritoneal infection. Then he was switched to a different dialysis treatment (APD) where his blood was filtered and cleansed by a cycler while he slept at night only. He continued this method for four more months. While it is an efficient treatment, undergoing dialysis on a daily basis can negatively impact the body and shorten one’s life span. A kidney transplant was the ideal solution to prolonging his life.
The last night before surgery, Adis was feeling anxious, but continued to think optimistically. Unfortunately, his worst nightmare occurred and something went terribly wrong. He was awakened in the middle of the night when he sensed his clothes and bed sheets were drenched! After eliminating a few possible reasons as to why his garments could be wet, he frantically jumped out of bed to find that the tube that connected to his port had somehow detached and fluid gushed out. He had been warned by specialists to take extreme care at night when sleeping to avert possible contamination, essentially delaying surgery. He immediately contacted his home health nurse who arrived around three o’clock in the morning to assist Adis at home. After phone calls to doctors were made and extra precautions were taken to avoid infection, the nurse left. Adis was unable to fall asleep again as he stared at the clock, waiting for any signs or symptoms of infection to occur after the untimely ordeal. Hours passed sluggishly until morning finally arrived and Adis received word that he was cleared to proceed with surgery.
Azedin and Adis were scheduled for their operations respectively on the morning of July 8th. Their parents were nervous. They looked on at their adult children as they were wheeled into the surgery prep room, frightened by thoughts of anything that could go awry. Azedin recalls being more than ready for the procedure, trusting his life into God’s hands. A little apprehensive at first as to what the future would hold for his younger brother, Adis made a conscious effort to resume meditating on positive thoughts. In the surgical prep room, Azedin’s fiancée was standing nearby while the couple chatted with Adis and his wife. The anesthesiologist interrupted their conversation with an announcement directed at Azedin: “Here comes the good stuff!” Azedin looked to his right where his older brother lay on a stretcher wearing a surgical cap as he was undergoing preparations for surgery also. He continued to scan the space when he exchanged glances with his sister in law. Ultimately, he rested his eyes on his soon to be wife and managed to utter his final observation: “You guys are all dizzy right now.” Those were his last words to his family before falling into a deep sleep.
LIVE! video taken from the day of surgey can be viewed here.
A large incision was made on the right side of Azedin’s abdominal cavity where surgeons removed his right kidney. Next, they cleaned the kidney and flushed a water-like solution through its parts before placing it in an ice chest. Adis was in the next operating room already sedated and waiting for his life-saving organ to be transplanted. Though Azedin’s procedure was completed in just over sixty minutes, the entire process lasted about four hours.
Adis’s body embraced the new kidney immediately. Abnormally elevated creatinine levels plummeted drastically and continued to do so until they finally returned to normal the next evening following surgery. His swelling was gone and for the very first time in many years, he felt great. When Azedin learned how well his brother was responding after surgery, he was very grateful. “I don’t really show my emotions very much, but there’s just times where you can’t hold yourself back; whether you want to or however strong you want to be, you just can’t be. Emotions run.”
Azedin was released two days after surgery and within a week, he was walking around comfortably. Three weeks after surgery, he was already riding a bike again. He doesn’t feel any different than before nor does he sense that something is missing on the inside. Other than the large scar that wraps around his right side as a daily reminder, his everyday life continues unaffected by the procedure. He is still as active as before, enjoying sports like snowboarding, football, soccer, and basketball. For safety measures, Azedin undergoes an annual physical and completes lab tests to ensure his internal processes are balanced and functioning normally.
As for Adis, the first three months after completing surgery, he went in for checkups three times a week to ensure his body was not rejecting the kidney. His visits gradually decreased to a checkup once a month until his one year anniversary. Adis takes two pills in the morning that help suppress the white blood cells, preventing lupus from potentially returning; a significant change from the numerous remedies and prescription bottles he was once accustomed to. When he reflects on photos of himself captured on several different occasions in the past, he vividly recalls how despite his smile, he was feeling miserable during that little glimpse of time. And yet he would often remember that it could always be worse.
On Azedin’s wedding day in November of last year, Adis stood by his brother as his best man. During the reception, Adis shared a spontaneous, emotional speech that moved over three hundred guests to tears in that reception hall. A slideshow organized by Adis followed shortly after. As Azedin viewed the pictures next to his bride, the memories he shared with his brother as they grew older together were even more meaningful. Realizing that his brother could have possibly not survived to witness his wedding day or have the opportunity to create more memories together gripped his heart. “I realized how quickly things can disappear in life. Something that’s come up can take you down so quickly. Adis was fine and then suddenly lupus just took over his body. It opened my eyes to appreciate what I have and I’m beyond thankful.”
The overall experience has made Azedin sensitive to those struggling with lupus and other illnesses as well as compelled him to encourage others to become organ donors. He became involved in an online group called the Living Kidney Donor Network where he shared a little bit about his story. In fact, his story even motivated a woman he doesn’t know to become an anonymous living donor. He hopes to raise more awareness about lupus and inform others that life is still as full and rewarding with a single kidney.
As for the gift that Azedin gave Adis, the gift of life leaves Adis at a loss for words. “Thanking somebody for something like this is almost silly. How do you repay somebody for saving your life?” With Azedin’s healthy kidney intact, Adis has the chance to live at least twenty years or more. “We all have to go some day,” Adis reasons. “Some go sooner. Some go later. Visit those who are sick. Put yourself in their shoes. You may never fully understand, but it might give you a little different perspective on life. Do the things you love. Don’t stress over insignificant matters. Have fun and laugh. Find peace and find faith. Appreciate life.”
[…continued from Part I…]
en-year-old Adis and his then six-year-old -brother, Azedin, were separated from their father as the boys and their mother endured six terrifying months in a concentration camp in Bosnia. The trio miraculously escaped flying bullets, falling mortars, and exploding grenades while desperately running through a forest in hiding. When the broken family finally arrived in Slovenia as refugees, they heard no word on the condition of their father, of his whereabouts, or if he was even alive. And they didn’t for the next two years. One morning in 1994, he unexpectedly appeared at their refugee camp as his heartsick family blinked at him beyond disbelief. After their emotional reunion, returning to Bosnia was clearly not an option. They sought help from and were reunited with a relative who settled in the upper northwest of the U.S. just the year before after also fleeing from their war-stricken country. The traumatic experiences would be enough to last a lifetime, but sadly, Adis was forced to contend for his life once more.
Ten years later, Adis and his young wife returned to their home in the northwest after vacationing together on the East Coast. He noticed a small rash with little red speckles on both of his cheeks. After the dermatologist examined the area of interest, Adis was told it was a possible outbreak of a skin condition called rosacea. Rosacea seemed innocuous at first even when he learned that his blood test results were slightly irregular. Lab tests revealed proteins not normally found in urine samples; however, because the figures were still within normal range, the new developments did not seem critical – at least not yet.
The first three years were calm with the rash being the main sign of any possible health issue, but another dip in Adis’s health put him on a winding downward path. Eventually, doctors discovered that Adis’s immune system was damaging his kidneys. Lymphocytes, or white blood cells, normally circulate through the bloodstream searching for foreign contaminants that help fight against illnesses, for example, the common cold or flu. Instead, his body determined his kidneys were a foreign substance. The lymphocytes erroneously attached themselves to his kidneys, aggravating them and hindering them from functioning properly. While this battle was occurring in his body, signs and symptoms were not yet manifested outwardly. “I was feeling fine and I would be feeling fine until my kidneys got to a point where I didn’t feel fine anymore. By then, it was almost too late,” he says.
After probing into his health more closely, doctors performed two biopsies: they took a sample of his skin and one from his kidney. Based on the activity present in his body and the findings from the biopsies, medical professionals established he had signs consistent with those of lupus patients and diagnosed him with systemic lupus erythematosus (SLE).
The kidney biopsy revealed his kidneys were only 45% functional. While the doctors advised he may need to undergo dialysis should his kidneys continue to deteriorate, Adis was somewhat in denial while clinging to the hope that his health would improve before it got worse. Up until that point, Adis had been drinking herbal teas and utilizing natural anti-inflammatory medicines. But as his health waned, he was prescribed a variety of different medicines in an attempt to keep his body in balance. His kidney function continued to lessen, down to 35% and then 30%. He rapidly began to show signs of disease and began to experience symptoms. His body retained water to the point of pitting. (With his finger he would press on his skin and a temporary impression remained after removing his finger from its surface). He frequently felt hunger pains knowing if he consumed any amount of food, it would be just like feeding poison to his body. The bathroom was his loyal companion as he was constantly nauseous, sometimes vomiting ten times a day, if not more.
The medicine eventually was of no use. Adis was not improving and options were few. Doctors recommended a chemotherapy treatment on a monthly basis for six months in 2011. The treatment would circulate through the kidneys and “burn off all the white cells that are on the kidneys to relieve them” of the constant stress. Then they would be able to operate to some degree without the lymphocytes hoarding the kidneys. Since the lymphocytes were very aggressive, they scarred the kidney tissue, essentially drying out the areas affected (similar to the likes of a prune), hindering filtration and normal function.
Adis’s condition improved during the course of the treatment, but after six months of chemotherapy, lupus was very active in his system again. He was unable to take medicine or treat his symptoms after completing chemotherapy so that his body would have time to recover.
With decreased kidney function, he had changes in urination, an alkaline or metallic taste in his mouth, ammonia breath, chills, shortness of breath, intense cramps, trouble focusing, and extreme fatigue. Edema worsened and frequent vomiting was brutal. He consistently felt tired and even though he slept very long hours at night, he would wake up as if he had never slept at all.
Through it all, his daily routine didn’t miss a beat. Though on light duty, Adis continued overseeing a port management company he worked for full time while keeping all of his medical appointments. He was also the president of a Bosnian non-profit organization in his community and was dedicated to serving them unwaveringly. His faith in God grounded his emotions. Laughter and a positive mindset helped him look beyond his circumstances. He maintained his active lifestyle playing sports, meeting with friends, joining them on spontaneous trips, and riding his motorcycle. Riding his motorcycle helped him forget about everything and cleared his mind. “I basically did not let lupus stop me from doing anything. I just kept going to keep my mind from thinking about how sick I was.” Adis kept moving and kept smiling.
A second biopsy of his kidney was later completed showing his kidney function had drastically decreased to 15% – both kidneys were equally affected and his body was in serious distress. Dialysis was his last resort or he would surely die. Without his kidneys normally filtering his blood of the daily toxins, Adis’s potassium levels would increase to dangerous levels. It was only a matter of time before he would go into cardiac arrest. He remembers times when he would be contacted at home by a nurse and notified to report to the nearest emergency room immediately because his potassium levels were dangerously high. His body was no match for the complications the doctors now referred to as lupus nephritis.
Finally, Adis had had enough. His symptoms had become very unbearable and had no other choice but to agree to dialysis. Once he started dialysis in early 2013, he was placed on the national waiting list in hopes of receiving a kidney from an anonymous donor.
To put Adis’s grave situation into perspective, the National Kidney Foundation’s website states that every twenty minutes, a patient is added to the kidney transplant list; almost 2,500 patients are added to the list every month. Fourteen people die every day while waiting for a kidney transplant. These figures are not just numbers, but souls. Death was knocking at Adis’s door…
[…to be continued…]
en years after the Yugoslavian civil war ended in 1995, two brothers eagerly reserved their airline tickets to travel across the Atlantic Ocean back to their hometown of Trnopolje, a northern city in what is now Bosnia. The two, joined by Adis’s wife, visited the spectacular coastline of Croatia, encountered “GIANT” grasshoppers in buildings, and shared many laughs together with family and childhood friends. It was the single trip of that magnitude that the siblings would experience and Azedin’s fondest memory with his only brother before a health crisis would turn their lives upside down.
A number of years later, Adis was diagnosed with lupus, a chronic autoimmune disease that occurs when one’s immune system attacks its own tissues and organs. Lupus is capable of damaging any part of the body including the joints, skin, blood cells, and/or vital organs (i.e. kidneys, lungs, heart, and brain). While the definitive cause of lupus is unknown, genetics combined with certain environmental factors can trigger the onset of lupus. Currently, no cure for lupus exists.
According to the Mayo Clinic’s website, “kidney failure is one of the leading causes of death among people with lupus.” In Adis’s case, the red blood cells destroyed his white blood cells, hindering his kidneys from processing correctly. Sadly, his kidney function slowly declined. At first, he treated the disorder with natural remedies. He drank teas from overseas, used herbs and lotions, but to no avail. His condition worsened and kidney function rapidly deteriorated. He endured six months of chemotherapy and five months into dialysis, it became clear to the family that they had one last resort at prolonging Adis’s life: a kidney transplant. While a placement on the waiting list for a kidney might seem promising at first, it is not so simple.
“The list is massive,” explains Azedin. “It’s a nationwide list so you can just imagine how big this list is. It’s a very dreadful thing to hear: ‘You’re getting placed on the list…’” In Azedin’s words, they are essentially “picking a needle in a haystack. Hopefully, it’s you.” At that rate, his eldest brother’s future looked dim.
Azedin wasn’t familiar with lupus until he learned of his brother’s diagnosis. When he discovered that Adis needed a transplant, he didn’t waste any time researching the two subjects closely. He was astonished at the number of patients affected by lupus and their need for a kidney transplant. Not to mention the great lengths they go through to make their cause known to the public. Some advertise their urgent requests on billboards and others post signs on their vehicles. Additional families publicize their needs via the worldwide web through craigslist and YouTube. Azedin realized very quickly how time was of the essence. His only brother’s life was at stake. If he could help it, he had to do something about it and as soon as possible.
In April 2013, Azedin contacted his brother’s medical coordinator, Cory, at Legacy Emanuel Hospital and scheduled a meeting to see her. Upon arrival, he filled out a preliminary questionnaire used to gauge a prospective donor’s intentions for donating organ(s). After filling out the survey, Azedin and Cory discussed organ transplants in detail. She explained that human blood consists of six proteins. At least three of the six proteins must match to even begin consideration as a living donor. She continued. Blood samples from siblings are usually very similar because of the DNA that is passed on to them from the same biological parents. Cory stated that the likelihood of Azedin being a blood match with Adis was more probable as opposed to a parent or other relative.
Azedin then steered the conversation in a different direction. He inquired about organs from deceased donors. He learned that the average lifespan of a kidney from such a donor is approximately ten years, more or less. The life expectancy of an individual receiving a kidney from a live donor at least doubles that, if not, triples. Moreover, waiting for a possible match from an anonymous donor could potentially be too late. Azedin understood that if he was a willing donor and his blood type matched his brother’s, they could put the terrifying ordeal behind them.
Azedin is four years younger than Adis and the two men share the same biological parents. Though Azedin’s father was intentional about becoming a possible donor, Azedin’s young age and the likelihood that his body would recuperate more quickly encouraged him to pursue a potential solution. He requested to proceed with testing immediately.
Later that evening, Azedin returned home. While eating dinner, he told his parents about his appointment with Cory earlier that afternoon. His father was somewhat disappointed that Azedin went in before he had the opportunity to. And his mother was distressed. She was already struggling with the risk of losing one son and was unprepared to suffer the loss of both sons should complications occur or the procedure fail altogether. It was a difficult and emotional battle for her.
Their mother wasn’t the only one torn by Azedin’s sudden decision. Azedin was newly engaged to his fiancée of four months when they found out about the severity of Adis’s condition. He remembers Adna being at odds over the matter. It was a tough decision, but she didn’t have the heart to dissuade Azedin from moving forward knowing she would do the same for her older brother if his life was in peril. Azedin’s mind was firmly set and nobody could convince him otherwise, but Adna’s support made it that much easier for him to continue.
‘Why do you want to donate?’ was a common question that bothered Azedin. A Bosnian native, Azedin plainly explains his cultural upbringing. “He’s my brother. Why shouldn’t I? I was taught that your family is your blood. And whether you like it or not, that’s your family.” It was the logical thing to do and a simple judgment for him to make. Either he would allow his brother to die or he would give Adis what he needed to help him survive.
While saving his brother’s life was of utmost importance to Azedin, another factor helped solidify his decision. If he was a successful donor, Azedin’s name would be automatically placed at the top of the national waiting list should he ever need a kidney in the future.
Azedin visited the hospital on a regular basis for several weeks. In addition to physical exams and a mandatory consultation with a psychiatrist, he completed several different blood tests to establish if he was a match. After completing those essential tests, he had one conclusive hoop to jump through. Ironically, the last assessment he would need to fulfill before learning the absolute answer was a CT exam. The CT images would indicate whether or not Azedin had a kidney to spare.
His brother’s 31st birthday was soon approaching. Anxious to share hopeful news with Adis on his birthday, Azedin asked Cory to contact him as soon as possible. She succeeded in accelerating the results and called Azedin.
‘Hey, can you talk?’ asked Cory seriously on the other end. Azedin nervously laughed. “I remember the tone in her voice clear as day. My heart sunk,” he says. “I felt like something just didn’t go right.” Cory had advised him early on in the process to be sensible and guard his emotions should the outcome be negative and undesirable. He remembers being thrilled about the possibility of being the closest match for his brother. But her tone abruptly gave him the impression that he was about to receive heartbreaking information.
[…to be continued…]