On June 11, 2007 around 10:30 am my brother and I were in adjacent operating rooms. He was giving me the gift of life: one of his kidneys.

Two years have certainly flown by quite quickly - many changes, yet life still remains as mysterious and confusing as ever. Having a functioning kidney has allowed me much more freedom to LIVE, but I'm still figuring out my place in the world... then again, aren't we all?

Not often do two major parts of my life (international adoption and kidney disease) cross paths, but this news article out of Canada speaks to my heart (and kidney) in more than one way.

I got a new tattoo, yesterday. The Chinese symbols mean 'new life' or 'to start life anew'. It really couldn't be more perfect (or in a more perfect spot on my body - right next to my kidney!)