by Matthew Probus
My brother Mike was born with one kidney. And it wasn't a very good one at that. To make matters worse, it was "positioned wrong," which prevented it from "draining" (or something like that). Anyway, it finally wore out. Just over a week ago, with his kidney function between 7-9%, he had transplant surgery. Right on time, I'd say. Certainly from Mike's perspective.
One more thing—I was Mike's living kidney donor.