I wonder why they would be tested for a match, unless they were at least entertaining the possibility of donating. Maybe hoping they wouldn't match and be relieved of the burden of refusing. Or afraid they might look bad to the rest of the family, until one said no and the rest knew they wouldn't be the only one. I supposed if he was an asshole, they all might have been considering it and he said/did something that pissed everyone off.

Not much choice in relatives they're kind of assigned. But your friends you get to choose and there's no obligation to choose any of your relatives.

I understand where the family loyalty, blood is thicker than water, and all those proverbs/slogans came from. How up until a hundred years ago your family was your security, your future, your life. Whether you feel that's for better or worse, that's no longer true.
Some may have split with the family over marriage, religion, sexual orientation, or a million other reasons, and wish they hadn't. But I know for sure there's a few Cellarites who pretty much broke with their families and are better off for it.

for me, I think the prognosis for the recipient after transplant would be a factor. maybe for the sister too. Would you give up a kidney if you suspected the recipient would abuse it as they did their own?

Definitely not. Then again, I'm pretty sure the other brother doesn't have some rare genetic disorder, his kidneys are failing because he drinks soda for breakfast just like the grumpy one. I wouldn't give a kidney to either of them.

I'm one of them, and I feel much better.

I'm sitting here drinking a diet coke for breakfast.....

It's cool, that's cancer not kidney failure.

No, but I wouldn't get tested for compatibility either. It's kind of an involved process with a chance, although small, of something going wrong, like an infection. Seems to me the time, trouble, and risk, would be dumb if I already decided no. :headshake

I dreamed about John Barrowman last night.
It was just an odd dream, not great but not bad either. Mum was in it too.
JB was drinking John Smith's Bitter, which surprised me. Mum also claimed not to know he was gay.

I emailed her today to say what a silly old woman she had been in my dream.

I feel the need to rant about something, but I don't know what. It's one of those days for me. I have these negative feelings about injustice and crankiness and god knows what. If I start, just let me go.

Consider yourself warned. :)

So, i stayed away spent my time planning a teddy bears picnic cake, and making the bears. Also, another tinkerbell cake. This one will be different though. So anyway, not a bad day in the end.

I neeeeeeed to go to bed. I have to be up early to deliver the highschoolers to the highschool and then drive through rushhour to a dodgy part of Detroit for a 10am appt. But I only just got in from running a stressfullish swim meet and am now caught up with email etc and want to play..../chill/whatever I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED!


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Having to get revved up to get everything done, then trying to chill out knowing in a little while it's full throttle again, is like being a diabetic on a sugar see-saw. :haha:

"I know you're stupid but can you be less stupid?" That's my new favorite quote. I recently accepted this part-time job, and this one girl at the office told me she actually said this to another staff member. :eek: :lol: Now I'm starting to think of this sentence when I'm faced with certain people. :D

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What a stupid thing to say to someone. Maybe she's upset because she thinks others are taking her share.