My work colleague suffered from kidney failure. Each day she came to work looking weaker and more jaundiced.
I asked her about her situation. She told me she had suffered for most of her life and that she would get progressively worse. She had been on a waiting list for a kidney transplant for many years.
She needed to live in the city to be close to hospitals, should she get a call regarding a donor.
She felt that she could not visit her family who lived interstate or go on a holiday in case the call came. One morning, commuting to work, traffic was particularly heavy. On the radio they advised of a road accident involving a fatality. The traffic jam was more newsworthy than the tragic loss of life or its consequences.
On arrival at work I received a message advising me my colleague was in hospital—but it was good news. Her kidney had arrived.