I’ve had two liver transplants. The first was from a living donor in 2013; the second from a cadaveric donor in 2025. Getting an organ transplant is profoundly humbling—but receiving two? I consider myself one of the luckiest men on earth.
I’ve had two liver transplants. The first was from a living donor in 2013; the second from a cadaveric donor in 2025. Getting an organ transplant is profoundly humbling—but receiving two? I consider myself one of the luckiest men on earth.
When I was 17, a doctor told me I had a rare liver disease and would eventually need a transplant. How does a high school kid make sense of organ transplantation? I don’t think I ever did.
My wife Christy and I met in college. She was a Nursing major; I was studying Exercise Science. Let’s be honest: I wasn’t doing a ton of studying. When I asked Christy to meet in our college library, I wanted to get to know her better, not learn more about the history of Western art.
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Louisa, means ‘famed warrior’. My daughter’s name embodies the qualities I admire most in my wife; courage, humility, toughness, and resilience.
At 2 ½, I doubt my daughter thinks much about what it means to be a warrior. For now, she’s all about bubbles.
Taking in deep breaths of air, it seemed beyond belief that I was experiencing a vitality of life impossible to comprehend nearly six months earlier. As we rolled past palm trees and shoreline, sharing scars of donation and transplantation, I introduced Jacob to his first ride along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Two men, one organ.