Layne Moore in need of a kidney

I’m a husband, a father, an author, a musician, and a pretty decent cook. I also have End Stage Renal Disease (ESRD). It has become a big part of my life but it’s not who I am. It’s not who I ever thought I would be. This, the confessions of a Type II diabetic with high blood pressure, which were two hefty indicators I was headed for this trip. So it wasn’t a surprise, as much as a jolt of reality, when my primary doc referred me to a nephrologist.

I found out I had reached Stage 5 last year. Sometimes it felt like my nephrologist was delivering my eulogy when she was advising me of my next steps. I felt lost and I didn’t want to accept it. They gave me a brochure about renal failure and sent me to the lab for a blood draw. I sat in the waiting room unable to read it from the tears that welled in my eyes. What it all meant was becoming clearer.

I began to learn the finer points of fistulas, creatinine levels and dialysis. Where would they make the incision on my arm to re-pipe my veins for repeated needle poking? Creatinine – or, The Gospel According to Renal Health – is overstaying its welcome in my blood, which leads to that awful “D” word. Dialysis isn’t as dramatic as it sounds but, it cleans my blood, removes excess fluid and keeps me alive. Most people don’t realize dialysis is sitting still for 3 to 4 hours per treatment, 3 days each week. It’s what I do to maintain.

I pray to do more than maintain.

I am actively searching for a living kidney donor, which I’m told is the most reliable transplant option. I’m set up on the national registry through KU Medical Center for Transplantation in Kansas City. If you make the decision to donate, please consider this: if you’re not a match for me, you may be for someone else. If someone else’s living donor failed match fits my profile, I could receive that kidney instead with your merciful donation to someone else. Clear as mud? This link explains the process better -

There are many moments in the journey; some things are hidden because they’re too painful to share, while other things seem so obvious. I’m taking down the walls. It’s hard to let people inside what this is. I hope more can become aware of kidney donation to help the afflicted with a gift that can never be repaid.