conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Suzanne, Eight, PKD with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Professionals & Academics?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Reluctant Donor'
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Reluctant Donor
  I listened to her cry out and felt that familiar sinking feeling. I spent my whole life worrying about the same thing. I knew Kristina had a fifty-percent chance of inheriting the disease from JoAnn.
  In the 1960s on the South Side of Chicago, if you were Catholic, you lived in a parish that was made up of your school and your church. Your parish earmarked the part of town you were from, and usually indicated your ethnic background. Daily life revolved around the parish.
  When I was in grade school our parish, Most Holy Redeemer, celebrated the opening of our new church. It was a grand event. The opening of the massive church on Christmas Day was celebrated with trumpets, majesty, and wonder. As a young girl, I was filled with awe.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Everyone was betting Dad would cry at the wedding today, which was about to begin. Dad, still spry at age eighty-three and handsomely decked out in a tuxedo, was escorted down the aisle by two of his granddaughters, Rachel and Colette.
  One by one, the wedding party walked down the aisle until it was time for the bride. Kristina, her dark hair knotted high on her head showing a lovely widow's peak I never knew she had, blue eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed with excitement, walked arm in arm with her parents, JoAnn and Dave. Smiles mixed with the happy kind of tears weddings produce. They walked down the longest aisle in the Chicagoland area to reach the man Kristina was to marry.
  Dave swelled with pride as he walked. JoAnn glowed with beauty, voluptuous in a dark ruby-sequined dress and beautiful beaded shawl, her hair swept up in massive curls. My ruby earrings dangled from her ears, my matching ruby necklace graced her long, slim neck, and my old kidney pumped the magic that we call life into her joyful expression.
  There is a tradition in a Catholic ceremony where the bride walks over to the Blessed Mother and says a prayer. That is usually when "Ave Maria" is sung.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I am filled with gratitude to my fellow writers: Debbie Pea, Kathleen Lindstrom, Marie Gunderson, Marilyn Groenke, Richard Hagen, Cynthia Sparks, Susan Anderson, Kathleen Free, and Tammy Newell.
  Thank you Sean Hehir, JoAnn Allen, Mary Blaschko, Barbara Brennaman, Gail Cody, Patty Connors, Patty Doherty, Sanjay Gupta MD, Jan Huey, Sharon Katanich, Brenda Klunk, Susan Malloy, Sandra McAdaragh, Cathy McCoy, Laura Mullen, Pat O'Brien, Gerry Pietrand, Jennifer and Kevin Reger, Jeff Richert, Mary Rivera, Nancy Schmidt, Donnette Schwisow, Kate Sheeley, Shawn Turner, Patricia Alkire, Roxanne Longman, Kathleen Baldrica, Lori Miranda, Mary Robertson, Jill Joseph, Sharon Arends, Char Mueller, Nancy Moonen, Lydia Voorhees, Shirley Vucenich, Margaret Blanks, Hertha Schwisow, and Barb O'Brien.
  Lastly, my thanks to the medical professionals who make such a profound difference in the lives of people like my family and me... and thanks to you, we didn't die!
  Suzanne Ruff serves on the National Kidney Foundation's Living Donor Council Executive Committee. She feels honored to have the opportunity to further address the issues living donors face and to spread the word about the miracle of organ donation from all donors, both living and deceased donors.
  Although Suzanne is delighted that her old kidney now happily resides within her sister's body, she believes that being a living donor is an intensely personal choice.