In Which I Pretend I Can Read His Mind

Kerry is nervous about the possible risks of my donating a kidney.

I believe his concerns center around three things:

1. Financial concerns.  I am a student, he is a teacher.  We are not rich, and will never be rich.  I think he feels the constant weight of being the sole financial provider in our home.  This nagging worry makes him reluctant to take on additional stress or worries.
2. Task concerns. Our home needs work.  We are about halfway through a total remodel/redesign of our house and yard.  The back yard was destroyed by construction of a large addition.  The original house needs work and money to be as nice as the new space.  There is a lot to do with limited time, energy and money.  He doesn't enjoy home improvement projects, and feels intimidated by the task load.  Adding the tasks of taking care of me after surgery feels like one more thing on his To Do List.

3. Risk concerns.  There is a risk of surgery of any kind, up to and including death.  I could die during this procedure.  There is also the risk of negative health consequences of losing an organ.  Should my one remaining kidney fail, I would have no back-up.  I will certainly feel less than optimal during the recovery period, and will require extra help and TLC from my family in order to heal.  I don't think he deals well with my illnesses, and this will look much like an illness. 

Kerry is cheerfully supporting my decision.  He and I have talked (and talked, and talked) about this, and he understands how important it is to me.  I love him for being reluctant, but supportive and encouraging in spite of his hesitation.  I'm lucky to have him.