I experienced the first symptoms of kidney failure in 1992 when I was expecting my second child. I was worried then, but after the doctors put me on medication, my condition stabilised and for two years, nothing happened. But when I was expecting my third child, I had a relapse. This was when the doctors suspected that my kidneys were failing. Four years later, I went for dialysis. While I was on dialysis, I had no time for my newborn as well as my two older children. As time passed, when my family went for holidays overseas, I couldn't follow them. Finally, in 2003, I opted for a transplant. I can't explain why, but after I made the decision to proceed, I felt this burden lift from my shoulders. I was elated. I felt hope – this was my chance to get my life back on track instead of going for dialysis three times a week. I waited for four and a half years before I finally found a suitable donor. However, things didn't get better after my operation. I experienced internal bleeding twice. I went for a second operation and still, there were complications. In my pain, I asked myself if it was worth the ordeal I was going through. In frustration, I told the doctor I didn't want the donated kidney any more. But the doctors and counsellors were extremely patient and encouraged me to hang on. And I'm glad I did – my third operation was a success. After I recovered, my outlook towards life changed. For over 15 years, my life was limited by my illness. Now, I could start anew. I began by taking up beauty courses and looking for part–time work. I became more active and took up swimming. I also started new hobbies such as baking. Today, with the freedom of a healthy person, I work as a freelance manicurist. I hope that I'll be able to earn a stable income soon and help my husband support the home. He's been so good to me. He's been there for me since the day we met. I cherish every moment with him, as well as my three children. Presently, I have a friend who is waiting to undergo a kidney transplant. I'm there by her side encouraging her to hang on, telling her of my own experience to inspire her. I am living proof of how a donated kidney isn't just a chance at a new life. It's a gift of life.