My Brother Needs a New Kidney, So What Do I Owe Him?

by Linda Solomon
I come from a
long line of people with fatal kidney disease. The year my father died
of the disease, I dreamed of him only once. Dreaming of a dead person
is a powerful sensation. Even in the dream, I knew he was not really
with me, that his form was a hollow shell of what it had once been. He
lay on his back fully dressed in his pin-stripped black business suit,
a tie and his wing tipped business shoes showing under his cuffs, his
hands folded over his gut which was distended in my dream as it had
been in life, from years of kidney enlargement. My father was a skinny
man, but, thanks to his kidneys, his belly had hung ever since I could
remember over the top of his shorts.

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This story goes on to describe the dilemna a sister faces, as her
brother's health worsens .  He got the family kidney disease. She didn't.  What does
she owe him?  Everything?  Nothing? 

A kidney?

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