Well, my kidneys worked without any help for 12309 days. As of today, they’ll no longer do their job without the aid of technology that’s only been around for a half-century. Ok, so I’m being a little melodramatic. They’re still working, but at 8% and declining, it’s time for dialysis.
It is weighty realization for me to consider that, for the rest of life, I will either be on dialysis or using a kidney that once belonged to someone else. I have known for twenty years that this day would come, but I am still not ready for it. I had kinda hoped I’d have accomplished a few more things by now--some pretty basic things. Indeed, I’ve spent many years certain that life would be quite bleak if I hadn’t accomplished those few things by the time I needed dialysis.
Needless to say, I’ve had to recalibrate my mindset slightly, or else I wouldn’t be able to face any of this at all, let alone appreciate the things I do have in my life. I don’t think I have what one would consider an especially positive attitude. I’m merely doing what must be done to survive.