The first person to offer me a kidney was my mother. She simultaneously volunteered my father and brother. I only took her mildly seriously and not because the offer was not dead-serious. I had it in my mind that my blessing was to come another way. In my mind, it felt like a due no harm act to deny the …

For a long time, I was afraid to want a new kidney. I couldn’t see my way clear to having a transplant, so it seemed mad, masochistic even, to dare dream of having one. With no local transplant program, the system in The Bahamas is just not set up for most dialysis patients to have one, much less a public …