JASMINE “Two-time kidney transplant warrior”

My name is Jasmine, and I am a wife and proud mother of three. My journey has been filled with

unimaginable challenges, deep heartbreak, and extraordinary miracles. I share my story with humility, gratitude, and a heart full of hope.

In 2014, at just 24 years old, my life changed overnight. I was diagnosed with kidney disease and rushed into emergency dialysis. I remember the fear, the uncertainty, and the overwhelming question of what my future would look like. But in the midst of that darkness, God made a way. My cousin gave me the ultimate gift, the gift of life, through a kidney transplant that carried me for nine years. During

that time, my husband stood faithfully by my side, loving me through every appointment, every setback, and every moment of doubt. Together, we continued building our family and were blessed

with two more beautiful children: Hezekiah (6) and Havana (2), in addition to our oldest, Halo (16).

But my journey was far from over. In 2022, after a kidney biopsy, I learned that I was born with IgA nephropathy, an autoimmune disease affecting my kidneys. Despite doing everything in my power to protect my health, my transplanted kidney began to fail during my last pregnancy. I returned to dialysis six days a week, five hours a day—physically exhausted, emotionally drained, and still determined to be present for my family. There were days when my body was weak, I was unable to get out of bed or even eat. My faith had to be strong. I held onto hope, even when the road felt long and uncertain.

Amid this battle, we experienced both fear and miracle at the same time. Our youngest daughter, Havana was born at just 25 weeks. Watching her fight for her life while I fought for mine was one of the hardest seasons our family has ever faced. Yet she became our light in the middle of the storm—a living reminder that miracles still happen, even in the most fragile moments.

After years of fighting, praying, and refusing to give up, my miracle came on September 17, 2025. I received my second kidney transplant from a complete stranger who saw my plea on the back of my car window and chose to give me the gift of life. A person who didn’t know me, didn’t owe me anything, and still chose compassion. That moment changed everything.

Today, I am stronger. I am healing physically and emotionally. I am able to show up for my children, hold them, love them, and be present in ways that once felt impossible. I no longer take ordinary moments for granted, because I know just how precious life truly is. My journey has taught me resilience, faith, and the power of hope. It has shown me that even in the darkest seasons, there is purpose. I share my story not because it has been easy, but because it has been

meaningful. If my experience can encourage even one person to keep fighting, to have faith, or to consider becoming an organ donor, then every step of this journey has been worth it.

Thank you for your compassion, your support, and the work you do to give families like mine hope.