Columnist shares personal story about how organ donors impact other families.
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The phone call came early in the morning. It was my mother and she was crying.
Mom didn’t weep easily.
But that day her tears were happy ones.
A donor liver had come through for my brother, Dan, who had been atop the Mayo Clinic’s transplant list for weeks.
For months, I had found myself wondering: Will this be the day he dies?
I didn’t want him to die. But I fretted. It’s hard not to. I loved him. He was my only brother. And I’d never lost someone close to me.
For years he had suffered from a rare liver disease -- primary sclerosing cholangitis. Finally his liver was giving out. Death was near.
Scott Reeder is a veteran statehouse journalist. He works as a freelance reporter in the Springfield area and produces the podcast Suspect Convictions. He can be reached at ScottReeder1965@gmail.com.