My Mother Demanded Both My Kidneys For My Alcoholic Brother. She Said I Don’t Need Them Because I’m Childless. Now The Whole Family Is Harassing Me.

Professional Validation

Rosa looked at me across her desk and apologized for my mother’s behavior. She said the transplant team wanted to document everything that happened in case my family tried to pressure me again later. They were putting a flag on my file so nobody could even discuss donation with me unless the whole team was present.

Rosa pulled out some forms and started writing notes while I sat there feeling this weird calm wash over me. For 3 weeks, Mom made me feel like a monster for saying no. She convinced Tyler I was killing him on purpose. She told Dad and probably half the family that I was selfish and cruel.

But now a doctor with 20 years of experience just confirmed that what Mom wanted was literally illegal. I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t heartless. I was just refusing to do something that no hospital in America would allow.

I drove home with my hands steady on the wheel for the first time in weeks. The professional validation felt like someone lifted a weight off my chest that I’d been carrying so long I forgot it was there.

Evan was waiting at my apartment with Chinese takeout spread across the coffee table. He stood up when I walked in, and I told him what happened with Rosa and the phone call. He hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe for a second, and that’s when I started crying.

Not sad crying, just this release of all the tension I’d been holding. Evan didn’t say anything, just held me while I cried into his shoulder and got tears all over his shirt. We ate the Chinese food after I calmed down, and he kept reaching over to squeeze my hand like he needed to make sure I was really okay.

Escalation and Harassment

That night my phone started blowing up around 11:00. Text after text from Mom, each one angrier than the last. She called me a liar who turned the doctors against her. Said I poisoned them against Tyler with fake stories. Accused me of wanting my brother dead so I could have Mom and Dad’s attention.

She threatened to make sure everyone knew what kind of person I really was. The messages kept coming, sometimes three or four in a row, jumping from rage to guilt trips and back again.

She said Tyler was crying because of me. Said Dad was disappointed in the daughter I became. Said I’d regret this when Tyler died and it was all my fault.

Evan took my phone and started screenshotting every message. He created a folder on my laptop labeled “Harassment Documentation” and saved each screenshot with the date and time. My hands shook while I watched him work.

Reading Mom’s words in those screenshots made them feel more real somehow, seeing the pattern laid out in a grid of images. Evan reminded me that her behavior was proving exactly why I was right to say no. A mother who really cared about both her kids wouldn’t demand one sacrifice her health for the other. A mother who loved me wouldn’t send messages like these.

The next morning I got to work early and Catalina called me into her office before my shift started. She closed the door and told me hospital security reported my mother tried to enter the dialysis unit last night around 9:00.

Mom told the security guard she needed to educate the staff about family loyalty and medical ethics. The guard recognized her from the previous incidents and refused to let her pass the lobby. Mom argued for 20 minutes before finally leaving.

Catalina showed me the security report on her computer screen and I felt sick reading it. Catalina assured me the hospital takes staff safety seriously. They were putting a flag in the security system so if my mother tried to enter the building, security would get an immediate alert.

She asked if I was okay and whether I needed any changes to my schedule. I almost cried again just from someone being kind about this whole mess. Catalina said to let her know if I needed anything and reminded me the Employee Assistance Program offered free counseling sessions.

Finding Perspective

I thanked her and headed to the dialysis unit to start my shift. Working surrounded by my regular patients felt normal in a way nothing else did lately.

Mr. Klein showed me photos of his new granddaughter on his phone while his machine hummed next to him. Mrs. Brennan complained about her daughter-in-law’s cooking and made plans to host Thanksgiving anyway. James talked about the fishing trip he was planning for next month.

These people had been on dialysis for 15, 20 years. They lived full lives, had families, made plans, complained about normal things. Tyler’s situation wasn’t the death sentence Mom claimed it was. He just didn’t want the inconvenience of dialysis three times a week.

During my lunch break, my phone rang from an unknown number. I almost didn’t answer but something made me pick up. A woman’s voice asked if this was me, and when I said yes, she introduced herself as Lorenza—Mom’s sister.

I hadn’t talked to Lorenza in 8 years, not since before I got kicked out. She said she heard about the kidney situation from Mom and wanted to hear my side of the story. Her voice sounded genuinely concerned instead of accusatory, which surprised me enough that I agreed to talk.

I told Lorenza everything while sitting in my car in the hospital parking lot. Started with Mom showing up 3 weeks ago demanding both kidneys. Went through the harassment at work and home. Explained how the surgeon exposed Mom’s lies about the transplant team approving a double donation.

Lorenza stayed quiet the whole time, just listening. When I finished, there was this long pause where I could hear her breathing on the other end. She finally said she wasn’t surprised Mom lied about what the doctors told her.

That hit different than I expected—hearing someone from the family actually say it out loud. Lorenza started talking about watching Mom enable Tyler’s drinking since he was 16. She remembered Mom buying him that first bottle. Remembered family dinners where Mom laughed off concerns about how much Tyler drank.

She said she always knew it would end badly, but nobody could tell Mom anything when it came to Tyler.