I saved my husband Simon’s life, but I could never have imagined how he would repay me…
By Tracey Seeney, 47, from Stoke-On-Trent
I looked at the doctor’s ashen face then I looked at Simon.
‘If you don’t have dialysis you’ll die,’ the doctor explained.
I gasped. I couldn’t let anything happen to Simon. He was my life.
This can’t be happening, I thought.
‘You need a new kidney,’ he added.
I gripped Simon’s knee as he dropped his head into his hands.
‘We’ll get through this,’ I said, trying my best to hold back the tears. I had to be strong for him.
I’d met Simon back in 1988 when he knocked on my door in response to a car sales ad.
I was asleep, and had got up so quickly to answer the door, that I passed out right in front of him from a sudden rush of blood to the head! I came round to find Simon peering over me – and from then on I was hooked.
Ours was a whirlwind romance – just three months later I was pregnant with our first child, Paige, and the following year we got engaged.
When our son Kyle came along, we couldn’t have been happier.
But here we were being told that Simon’s life hung in the balance.
Simon, who only had one kidney due to a medical condition called reflux nephropathy, had to be placed on the transplant list.
As his tubes to his bladder were positioned wrongly, urine was passing back into his kidney triggering renal failure.
Simon grew so ill that in 2004 I quit work to care for him, while I prayed a donor would be found.
In 2008, after four years on the list, Simon’s prognosis didn’t look good. I’d struggle to sleep at night, worrying about life without him. I couldn’t imagine it. He was my best friend.
Desperate, but determined, I knew what I had to do.
‘What if I’m a match?’ I said to Simon one day. ‘You could have one of my kidneys!’ It was my eureka moment.
‘I couldn’t possibly let you do that,’ replied Simon.
‘I’d do anything for you,’ I cried. ‘You are my life and it would mean nothing without you in it.’
Incredibly, tests showed that I was a match and in November 2009 we both went under the knife.
Please let this be worth it, I thought, as I slipped on my hospital gown.
‘I love you,’ I told him before I was wheeled in for surgery. In truth, I was terrified, but I knew this was the right thing to do.
Around three hours later, I woke up with Simon by my bedside… Now it was his turn, but I was so exhausted from the anaesthetic I couldn’t keep my eyes open for long.
When I properly came around four hours later, Simon was in the bed beside me. The operation had been a success!
When he opened his eyes, I shot him a huge smile. ‘You are going to be OK,’ I assured him.
I could see tears of relief in his eyes.
‘Thank you,’ he mouthed. Finally our nightmare was over.
The whole ordeal had shown us just how much we meant to each other and exactly a year later I slipped on another gown… a bridal one!
We’d been engaged for so long but had been too busy with the kids to ever seal the deal. Now it was time to make it official, after everything we’d been through together. Nothing could tear us apart now, I thought.
Simon and I married on the anniversary of the transplant and I was so proud to become his wife.
As we repeated our wedding vows, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, it was particularly poignant.
He’d been told it was likely he’d be left infertile after the gruelling treatment but in June 2011, seven months after our wedding, came another miracle… when I gave birth to our third child Mitchell.
We felt like the luckiest couple alive. I was part of Simon – literally. We couldn’t have been closer. Could we?
Then, at the beginning of this year, Simon began working a lot of extra hours.
‘Sorry love, but I have to work Saturday this week,’ Simon said, arriving home late yet once again.
That’s strange, I thought. Simon was a manager of a cleaning company but he’d never been required to work so many extra hours before.
‘Again?’ I replied, trying to mask my disappointment.
‘There is just so much going on at the moment,’ he said. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’
But he didn’t – and even when Simon was present his head seemed somewhere else. I’d never seen him so distracted before.
‘Why won’t you put your mobile down?’ I asked him. Lately, he seemed glued to the thing.
‘It’s just boring work stuff,’ he shrugged, but I didn’t quite believe him.
Something was up – and I was determined to find out what it was. I knew Simon inside out and I could tell that he wasn’t being entirely honest with me.
I thought: I have to get a hold of that phone.
From that moment on, every time Simon left his mobile unattended, I would seize my opportunity…
But I just couldn’t crack the code.
I felt sure that his mobile held the answers though and I refused to give up.
Finally, after two whole weeks, I got lucky with the sequence of numbers while Simon lay fast asleep.
Now I could find out what he’d really been up to.
What I discovered made me sick to the stomach. ‘Wish I was sleeping with you baby,’ read one of his texts to a mystery woman.
‘You’re so cute, you melt my icy heart,’ replied his phone floozy. ‘You will see me, won’t you, this weekend if you still want to.’
‘Of course I want to baby. King Kong could not stop me seeing you baby,’ he’d added.
I couldn’t believe it. My husband was a liar and had been playing me for a fool. I was furious.
I’d given Simon everything – even my kidney – and this was how he repaid me? I was so angry I didn’t confront Simon – I didn’t trust myself not to fly off the handle.
Instead, I waited until he’d left for work the next day and packed my bags and left with our youngest.
I was heartbroken. When he rang me later that day I couldn’t bring myself to answer the phone. His voice would have sent me over the edge.
After the ringing stopped, my phone beeped and a message appeared on my screen.
‘Not going to wriggle out of this one… I made the wrong move…’ It read. I blinked away the tears and read on. ‘I can assure you nothing has gone on, it was just text banter.’
I began to shake with rage. Simon had been ‘working’ at the weekends and coming home late and he expected me to believe it was text banter!
A week passed before I could bring myself to speak to Simon. ‘I messed up, I’m just a man,’ he admitted.
‘It’s over,’ I told him. ‘There is absolutely no way I can forgive you for what you have done.’ I barked. ‘I saved your life!’
But Simon didn’t care – and to add insult to injury, he was living with a different woman within a fortnight of me walking out.
I thought: How many others were there?
Simon and I are still married but I could never take him back. He’s betrayed my trust in the most horrible of circumstances. I gave him my kidney and he broke my heart.
I thought we’d last forever but I was wrong and he didn’t even have the decency to end our relationship like a real man. He is a coward.
It’s the ultimate betrayal and there’s no coming back from that.
Simon says: “You’re having a laugh. You can’t publish it. What happened in our relationship is our business. I’m not making any comment. This is about the kidney… That I didn’t even ask for. I didn’t ask for that kidney at all. She’s obviously neglected to tell you that. She also walked out on me over a stupid text message. If a woman loves you, she won’t walk out on her family, would she? All it was, was text banter.”