01/11/2025
My Brother, My Hero 💖
On this day in 2017, my immediate younger brother did something I’ll never forget. He gave me his skin---literally.
One year after my burn accident, I needed a skin graft. Without hesitation, my mom and all the 3 brothers I have said they would donate. The doctors said my mum was not an option because she is older and they needed someone within the same age bracket for higher chance of success after the surgery, plus, she needed to be the one taking care of me so she cannot be in a hospital bed. So that leaves my 3 brothers, one is my twin brother (23), our immediate younger brother 21, while the youngest was 19 at the time ( the doctors said he could donate since he was already an adult). Tests were carried out to know who is more compatible. I am Blood group A+, my twin is B+, our immediate younger brother A+ and the last is B+. You already know who the doctors picked.
Without hesitation my immediate younger brother became my donor. The first time he entered a hospital theater, it wasn't for himself, it was for his sister. He left his academics, stayed in the hospital, and went through surgery just to help me heal. The skin of his thigh was scrapped all round from the topmost part of the thigh down to the knee. He spent over three weeks in the hospital bed nursing his wounds after the surgery — all because he wanted me to recover.
The scars on his thigh aren’t just marks — they’re symbols of love, of sacrifice, and the kind of bond only siblings can understand.
Every time I look at him, I’m reminded that real heroes don’t wear capes — they wear scars of love ❤️
To my brother: thank you for standing by me when life tried to break me. You didn’t just give me your skin — you gave me a second chance to live.
You are my hero. God bless you abundantly for me.
Love♥️
Edit: Before the surgery, he was sent to a specialist in the hospital who was responsible for enlightening skin donors on what they were getting into. He was told about the implications, which being scarred for the rest of his life was one of them, amongst other things. He was told if he wasn't okay with it, he could opt out. That he had the right to say "No" after he was told everything to expect, and he asked the doctor "You dey whyne?" 😂😂😂😂.
I had to beg him to take these pictures and send to me last night 🤭. He asked me "You dey whyne?" We both bursted out laughing over the phone because we both knew where that phrase came from 😂😂😂😂😂. A phrase that later became his name for the 3 weeks he was hospitalized.
