Just realized the date.
6 years ago, today, was my very first dialysis treatment and the beginning of this whole mess, journey,.
I was still working from home, helping the new clients of our company establish their phone support from soup to nuts.
At the time, no one outside my home had a clue as to what was going on with us. Meetings were held on the phone, and there I was hooked up to the dialysis equipment.
What a busy time it was.
I held that up for about 6 months before it all came crashing down in November. At that point, it all was just too much and I was forced out onto medical disability.
The last 5 1/2 years have had highs and lows. I truly believe there are a few things that have held me together:
My family - I have the most amazing husband anyone in my position can ask for. He had done things, seen things, handled things that no human should be asked to do. In the area of "sickness and health" he got the short end of the stick. But, instead of walking out, he stayed and became the rock I depend on. My kids, though young when this all started, had grown and matured into compassionate, empathetic people. They may not always help out with a smile and a song, but they are great kids.
My friends - Y'all have been an amazing and unexpected pillar of strength. Humor, Prodding, Kicks in the Keester when needed most, meals out of the blue, gift cards, financial support. It seems like when there is an unspoken need, someone just comes through with the answer. It continually amazes me and blesses me.
Humor. Where would we be without that, eh?
Here is 6 years of success. We are all still alive to talk about it. Amen and Praise God.
Hopefully, in another 6 years, transplant will be behind us. A sweet memory. And this wheelchair will also be a, well not a "sweet" one, but a memory nonetheless.