I gave my daughter a kidney, then she died, but this is what God showed me

Author of Hand Stretched Across the Void, June Whitehouse, tells of God’s goodness in the face of huge family hardship.

On September 9, 2005, I sat on the edge of the hospital bed with a mixture of emotions. I knew my daughter Tracey was in the next ward and feeling the same. The following day we would be in two different operating theatres at the same time while surgeons removed one of my kidneys, and placed it into my daughter’s body. What a privilege at the age of sixty-four to give a kidney to my precious child.

Tracey was 39 years old and had three previous transplants. She started haemodialysis at the age of 14 and had her first kidney transplant at the age of 16, however that kidney rejected after a few hours. She started back on home haemodialysis, broken with disappointment.