10/02/2026
Been reflecting off and on today.
Ten years would have been such a milestone to hit with a transplanted kidney. But that wasn’t in my cards for my first transplant. 5.5 years. 2,040 days that kidney kept me alive and kept me off the machine. Then the very thing that kept me alive and allowed me to make 5.5 years of memories tried to take my life. Having that organ fail and then die inside me and send me through a mighty battle and journey with multiple drains and a wound vac and a scar that distorts my abdomen made me part of the person I am. The stories I get to tell and the interactions I get to have and the people I’ve met and the conversations I’ve gotten to engage in have shedded light and educated me on how to really care for myself and listen to my body and advocate for myself.
I stand up for myself because there’s been times in the last 10 years if I didn’t stand up the doctors would have killed me. Health issues make you a whole different person. I will always appreciate my first kidney differently than this kidney I have now.
Please remember transplant is not a cure. There is NO cure for chronic kidney disease. Only treatment options.
*pic from 10 years ago