Help for the best dad, brother, son, and friend who needs it

Sometimes life throws you a curveball—and sometimes that curveball curves too damn close for comfort. That's the case for the Campbell family right now. My brother—Cooper and Khloe's dad, Wayne's son, Brenda's (might as well be) son, Jerry and George's nephew, and cousin and friend of countless others—is very sick, and we need help.

As I type this, he's getting prepped for a dual heart-kidney transplant. If you're a friend and were unaware, blame it on our stubbornness, Keith's distaste for anything resembling pity, and all of our astonishment that this is happening.

But it is happening. It's as real as it gets, and to be frank, we're scared. The kind of nagging fear that's always present and oftentimes overwhelming. The fear because you feel feckless, inadequate to the task, and have absolutely no control over what happens to the people you love most. Fear because we're completely at the mercy of dumb luck.

For those who are fortunate enough to not be familiar with the organ donation process, I'm gonna lay out what the money we're trying to raise will be used for. I know it's a lot, and those of you who know me and my family, you know asking for help is anathema to every fiber in our bodies.

The amount we're asking for was not pulled out of thin air. It's what the social worker assigned to help us told us to expect to pay for. The process of recovery will be roughly a year, and here's a non-exhaustive list of what we'll be paying out of pocket for: