C.S. Lewis said, “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.
Enter, Buster and Kristi.
“We bought furniture from his store,” Kristi Vaughn said. “We kinda vaguely recognized each other, I think.”
Two acquaintances turned fast friends.
“She’s family now,” Buster Foster said. ” She’s one of us for sure.”
It was destiny that these two meet. Kristi, you see, was meant to save her friend.
“I went into kidney failure back in September– complete kidney failure,” Buster said. “So I had put out kind-of a letter on Facebook to my friends–letting them know what was wrong and kinda pleading– if anybody wanted to or could, you know, that I was in need of a kidney.”
Family members and friends tested, but for one reason or another, no one was a good candidate. Meanwhile, Buster’s health was failing. The hours were hard. The days– even harder. His hope was dwindling.
But, little did Buster know, Kristi heard his story and had already put wheels in motion to donate her own kidney.
“My nephew had to have a liver transplant; my husband had donor bone in his knee,” she said. “We’ve been on the receiving end, and I just felt compelled for lack of a better word to put something back in the grid.'”
She was a match.
“I got a call– everything looks perfect,” Krisit said. “Not only are you a match, you’re a really good match.”
Kristi called Buster. “She said, I’ve got something I need to tell you,” Buster said. “I thought maybe there was a furniture need or a furniture problem.”
It wasn’t furniture.
“And she said, “I’m giving you one of my kidneys.”
There were tears.
“Oh, I couldn’t quit crying,” he said. “I still cry when I think about it. I cry all the time.”
And so, a few weeks later, Kristi and Buster went to Fort Worth to get his life back.
“The first words out of my mouth were, “How’s Buster?” Kristi said.
The surgery went well. There were some complications after the transplant, but Buster fought through.
“The difference– t was automatic. It was just incredible,” he said. “I have not felt like that in three or four years.”
From friendship to family, all thanks to a kidney.
“Yah, she saved my life– I think God sent her there. I think it’s how it happened.”
Thousands of kidneys are donated each year by live donors. Dr. Dan Hendrick, a nephrologist in Amarillo, says we have plenty of renal function to go around.
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