See you around, kidney

3 months ago I found out that my nephew (background, he is my first cousin’s son) needed a kidney transplant. 3 months ago I told him that I will get tested if we are a match… In less than 30 hours, I will be donating one of my kidneys to him.

There were those who immediately understood my decision while others took a bit of time. They would ask “Why” and I would say “Why not”. If I am able to, then there’s no reason for me not to.

Does that mean that I am not afraid. NO. I am scared. I can barely sleep and keep my thoughts together. But does that mean I am having second thoughts? NO.

The more I think about it, the more I realize what my WHY is.

It is simple. Because it is the right thing to do and it is the kind thing to do.

Wouldn’t you want the same thing too? Not just for yourself but for someone you love dearly.

To be completely honest, the hardest part for me is accepting the gratitude. I don’t think it’s right to say “don’t worry about it” or say “it’s no big deal” because the thing is, it is a big deal. But still, I am not an angel or a hero. I don’t think I am. I think being Kuya Pau’s kidney donor is a part of my life map. I am equally as grateful though. Not everyone gets a chance to be 39 years old and healthy enough to give a part of themselves to save someone else. Heck, not everyone gets to be 39 years old.

I am turning 40 in less than a month. I used to hate celebrating my birthday. But this year, I will celebrate. Also the next year, and the next… I will celebrate my life in honor of those who could not but should have.

I am not a fan of the holidays

When I say “the holidays” I am referring to the weeks before Christmas and New Year. This includes my birthday.

Somehow, I feel this extra pressure that I need to be happy all the time. And I just can’t. It’s very difficult to keep myself in a state of happiness or gratitude.

I am not saying I stop being grateful. I still am. Just that the weight on my chest and the constant battle of the voices in my head makes me want to curl into a ball and sleep until the holidays end.

Right now, I am stopping myself from crying. There’s really no particular reason why I want to cry. I am worried. I am sad. I feel alone and at the same time I feel suffocated.

Next year, I want to go away during the holidays. Go to a different country. I think this is the best gift I can give myself.

Happy Birthday to My Favorite Person

Hey you! Yes, you! Happy birthday! I’m so fucking proud of you. 39. You are 39 years old. Not everyone gets to see their 39th birthday. But here you are. You survived. You fucking survived. Every single day you chose to live. Even when the noise in your head is unbearable–even when it drowns out all the good voices–you fucking did it. And you continue to do it. You continue to fucking survive and live.

You might have tried to end your life a couple of times–but I would like to assume that you are past that. And I am so fucking happy for you! You are here. You are present. Even when the weight on your shoulders and on your chest feels like a ton, you still manage to carry it all. You are strong. You’ve always been strong even when you thought you were not.

There are still times that you feel lost, and times when things just don’t make sense–when you have no clue why you feel the way you do. But guess what? That’s all fucking fine. You are fucking fine. Whatever hurdle you face, no matter the tall the wall, you will fucking climb it coz you are able.

Even when you feel that you are alone, you know that you are not. You are loved. You know this. You are fucking loved. And the best thing about this is you fucking love them all back. And that is awesome. That is beautiful.

So even when you feel like shit today, even when you feel like crying, celebrate still. Coz your life is worth celebrating.