I am mad, mad, mad.
I miss being vital, invigorated and active. Yeah, I'm jealous. Jealous of those who jump out of bed in the morning. What a gift. It's a decorated box I wish I could unwrap and hold close to my heart.
January 26th was the 21st anniversary of my transplant. I spent the day in bed, and lay there for 3 days. Ah, such has become my life. I am now down to 10-15% kidney function. I suspect dialysis is not too far behind. As my Canadian doctor so eloquently put it, kidney disease is a life long issue.
It infuriates me.
I miss my life more than I can articulate.
I am fearful of dialysis. I am fearful that I will wait years for a transplant.
And I feel so very alone.
Chronic illness is very isolating. I don't think anyone fully understands the journey involved. But how can they? It's my
challenge. My mountain. And my cross to bear.
And despite it all, I will always be Forever 21.