Her story
Before the diagnosis, there was just Nicole.
A [profession]. A [daughter / sister / wife / mother / friend]. The kind of person who remembers your birthday, brings the soup when you're sick, and laughs at her own jokes a beat too early.
Her story
A [profession]. A [daughter / sister / wife / mother / friend]. The kind of person who remembers your birthday, brings the soup when you're sick, and laughs at her own jokes a beat too early.

[Tell the reader who Nicole was day-to-day before her diagnosis — her work, her hobbies, the little rituals. Keep it specific. Specific is what makes strangers care.]
[In [year], everything changed. Describe how the kidney disease arrived — the first signs, the appointments, what doctors finally said. Keep it human, not clinical.]
[What does her week look like now — dialysis, medications, the things she's had to give up, and the things she refuses to. End on what she's still hoping for.]
A kidney from a living donor lasts almost twice as long as one from a deceased donor. For Nicole, that isn't a statistic — it's the difference between waiting and living.