We’ve recently come back from the World Transplant Games, in Malaga Spain. It is a bi-annual competition where transplant patients from around the word gather and compete in athletic events. This year, over 1500 competitors came from over 50 countries. Some teams had over 300 participants, some teams only had three participants. All of them came to make connections and create community.
It used to be that people would identify themselves solely by the place where they were born, and while that is still true, people also identify themselves by who they are and what they’ve done, and they look for like minded people who share their experiences. But what happens when you have a rather rare experience, like getting a solid organ transplant at a young age? Wendy knows very few kids who have shared her experience, and she sometimes feels like a party of one. It’s been important to Michael and Me to help her find her community.
The World Transplant Games are a great way for her to meet people from around the world who are just like her.
She competed in swim and track events. During those events, she met girls her age who also had organ transplants, but who were from Italy, Britain, Hungary, or Australia. She and they would introduce themselves and gather before competitions, and then when it was time to compete, they would. Then they would gather back together and giggle and exchange addresses. All these girls, who were once gravely ill, who take medications multiple times a day, from all over the world, sharing this experience at the age of thirteen.
I don’t know what you were doing at the age of thirteen, but I was wondering if my mom could bring me to the Mall to meet my friends. I was not hanging out with kids from around the world who had organ transplants, and then competing my heart out when it was time.
Across the board, this group of girls broke world records in swim and track. They are determined, they are fast.
Most of all, they are both defined by their transplants and transcend the commonly held belief that they are “sick kids”. They are not.
They are warriors.
Then there is the group of men and women that Wendy met through Team USA. We had over 150 competitors from all over the country. They ranged in age from just younger than Wendy to members in their seventies. They help to show her that yes, life has its ups and downs, but that you keep going. I think (as a mom) that it’s super important for kids to get positive messages from adults who aren’t me, because at some point our kids turn our voices off. So when Wendy was a part of the 4 x 100 relay race with women who were kidney, lung, and heart transplant patients, who taught her how to receive the baton, who showed her where to line, up, and who were her loudest cheering section while she ran, well those other women were real role models for her, and I am forever grateful to them. They probably didn’t even know they had done anything.
In the coming days, I will be writing another post about Wendy and her individual journey at these games. I’m super proud of her, and of her journey. But this blog post had to come first. This is a community worth celebrating, people who truly are living their best lives since they’ve been given a second chance. Competitors who radiate gratitude at the ability to feel good and come together to compete. A community that supports each other, celebrates each other, claps for the person who comes in dead last as much (if not more) as the person who wins. Because, and I say this without hyperbole, they have all won just by being there.
Wendy is lucky to be a part of this amazing community.
I am grateful to witness it.
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Great read Darcy!
Thank you! Hope to see you in England 2019!
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Beautifully written, and you captured the spirit of the games perfectly! Your last paragraph was very poignant to me, because during the women’s 1,500 meter run, I was that person “dead last”. I was humiliated in a way, but the love/support/cheers I received more than made up for that! I met a family from Germany on the bus one day, and we only chatted for 15 minutes. But when I came around the last turn on the first lap, the father was there cheering for me and yelling my name. Every time I came around that corner there he was, always cheering for me! When I came around that last time, his daughter (also a liver recipient) and wife had joined him and they were all screaming my name. That is a moment I will never forget! I still get emotional talking about it and typing it here.
Another very poignant moment of the games was when I was in line to register for track events on the first day. The registration process was a disaster and people had started cursing and giving the volunteer a hard time. Your husband, and Kian’s mother stepped to the front and volunteered to help the process. Your husband also talked to the restless crowd about appropriate behavior and got them calmed down. He and Nishma got everything organized and under control, and from then on it was smooth-sailing. Also, your husband gave my husband a lift back to the hotel to pickup my race bib.
The support the transplant family gives one another is not like anything I’ve ever witnessed before, and I am very blessed to be a part of it! Thanks to my unknown donor, I am part of this family. God has blessed us all!