Ang Jia Hui

My husband and I were planning for our future together and building up our careers when we were dealt with the shocking news that he had end-stage kidney disease.

With news of his disease, his company decided to "let him go". Desperate to make ends meet, he took up another job with poor incentives so that we could save money for our wedding and BTO. It was not easy juggling daily peritoneal dialysis (PD), work and his post-graduate studies.

Over time, the disease took a heavy toll on my husband. I watched him change from an optimistic, confident and ambitious person into a pessimistic person. He retreated into a shell and I wasn't sure what was going through his mind. The man I married and knew so well was slowly turning into a complete stranger.

I frequently spoke about donating one kidney to him, but he always dismissed it. He told me that he did not want others to suffer with him, much less to take the risks of surgery for him. After much persuasion, he finally accepted my offer. I guess he finally saw that his health, his freedom and his confidence meant so much more to me than the risks of surgery.

After the transplant, my husband returned to his usual jovial self. It was a challenge that we both endured and I am glad that we made it through together. I have never regretted my decision.