When my younger brother called to tell me that he had cancer
I must admit that it hit me like a ton of bricks. We are not a mushy family, it
makes us all uncomfortable. When we were in the middle of that infamous phone
call I was racking my brain for something to say that was supportive but not
icky and gooey but ultimately conveyed that I was all in for whatever he
needed. I finally told him that he could have a kidney if he needed it to which he
laughed and thanked me. He then mentioned that I have three kids so that meant
that as far as the pool for kidneys went that there were eight that were
possible matches for him to take from us. I corrected him on that and let him know that he was only
entitled to four of those kidneys because I and my three kids need to have at
least one a piece to make it. We seemed to settle that pretty easily and move
on to other matters of business. Thank goodness for inappropriate joking.
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