Sally Satel writes about her search for a kidney in the NY Times magazine. She’s an engaging writer, with no illusions about herself:
I wouldn’t leave children motherless or miss the milestones of life; were I a prospective donor, even I wouldn’t have picked me.
Reading that sentence, who wouldn’t pick her?
After some false starts and near misses, Satel gets a kidney from a “fond acquaintance”–writer Virginia Postrel.
My story, it turns out, is a triumph of altruism.
Reading her piece, FBLA gets the feeling that Satel would gladly sit in for Postrel in chemo, if it would help.