With his longish black hair and dark-rimmed glasses, Connor Comeans bears a striking resemblance to one of his favorite literary characters, Harry Potter.
All the Newnan 12-year-old is missing is the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead that serves as the trademark of the fictional boy wizard.
Not to be outdone, Connor, sitting in his family’s house last week, raised his shirt to show a pretty impressive scar that runs down his abdomen.
“I think it’s about 6 inches,” the Madras Middle School student said matter-of-factly. “I won a contest once at a soccer game. The announcer was giving out prizes to people with the biggest hole in their jeans and things like that. I won for the biggest scar. When I showed it to him, he said, “I don’t even want to know about that.”
That’s OK, Connor signified with a laugh. He knows he’s not likely to forget what it’s about. It’s a constant reminder of how much his life has changed since February 2003.
The 5-foot-tall seventh-grader, who is making his debut onstage this month as a pickpocket in the Newnan Theatre Company’s production of the musical “Oliver!”, moved about his family’s living room last week with the ease and energy of a typical adolescent.
“There’s a bridge across the stage and tables that rotate on pivots,” Connor explained. “We walk in from under the bridge and start singing: ‘Is it worth the waiting for? If we live till 84, all we ever get is gruel!’
Three years ago, the singing and dancing that Connor comfortably demonstrated would not have been possible, said his parents, Bob and Caren Comeans.
“He was tired all the time,” Caren said. “He would wake up after sleeping for 10 hours and still be exhausted.”
Connor’s lack of energy, along with anemia and delayed growth, led the Comeans to Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta at Egleston, where he was diagnosed with kidney failure in 2002.
“He had been in kidney failure, technically, since birth,” Caren said. “He was born with little kindeys, which, in his little body, were fine. But he just grew out of his kidneys.”
Once it was determined that a kidney-transplant would be best, Bob and Caren were tested, and both were found to be above-average matches.
“I just assumed I would do it,” Bob said. “But Caren got on her knees and begged me to let her do it.” She said, “This is what I was born to do.”
There was no question in her mind that she would be the one to donate a kidney to Connor, Caren said. “I am athletic, I always have been, and I still work out,” she said. “It just put reason to everything I do in that sense.”
Though her recovery was somewhat more difficult than she had anticipated, Caren said it was woth it to see Connor a week after the surgery throwing a frisbee in the front yard.
“There I was hunkered over, having trouble walking forward, and there was Connor feeling better than he had in two years,” Caren said. “It made it twice as good. It was awesome.”
Bob, a practicing magician, was the one who got the family interested in performing.
“It started as a stress relief for me,” said Bob, who held a benefit performance for the Kidney Foundation in 2004 on the first anniversary of Connor’s surgery.
“From there it has just evolved through the family, and it’s been a great outlet,” he said.
Caren was in the play “Wit” earlier this year, Bob said, though younger son, Landon, 10, is still on the fence.
Connor, who cannot play contact sports, decided to audition for “Oliver!” after attending summer camp with the Newnan Theatre and working as a sound tech for “Charlie Brown.”
Though he still enjoys playing xbox and reading, he says theater is fast becoming his extracurricular activity of choice.
“I like to get onstage sometimes and be somebody I’m not,” he said.
As the family prepares for the third anniversary of Connor’s transplant in February, Caren said she and her son recognize they share a special bond that goes beyond their physical scars.
“He was always kind of a healthy eater,” Caren said, “and I would tease him because he didn’t like chocolate.”
She said she jokingly predicted his aversion to chocolate would end once he had one of her kidneys functioning inside him. And sure enough, it did.
“I always tell him I gave him the chocolate kidney,”
Original article published in Atlanta Journal Constitution
12/15/05
Written by Donna Soper

