My Family Never Came To My Dialysis For 4 Years But This Biker Was Always There For Me!

“I’m the reason she needed a transplant,” Marcus whispered, his voice thick with a decade of remorse. “I’m the reason her health fell apart, and I’m the reason she spent two years on dialysis before she died.”

He had attended her funeral in secret. He had watched me from a distance, consumed by a guilt he couldn’t articulate. When he learned that I had developed kidney disease myself and that I was facing the same lonely end Jennifer had, he decided he couldn’t let it happen again. He didn’t just show up for four years to ease his conscience; he had spent those years undergoing rigorous testing to see if he could be my donor.

“I took your wife’s kidneys,” Marcus said, “and now I’m giving you mine. It won’t bring her back, but it might give you a life beyond this chair.”

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