What can I say.
I just got back from my kidney Dr. appointment.
Not the best news.
Not at all.
My left kidney was functioning at 17 % before
my fancy reconstructive surgery last February.
It is now at 11 %.
My Dr. takes them out at 10 to 5 %.
Thus, I am being scheduled for surgery on my right kidney.
It has two rather large stones.
Normally, they would sit there for life.
In a bad spot.
I am having my right kidney prepared for one kidney ville.
Yes, the left, it will be leaving me sooner than I would like.
My right kidney may take two surgeries.
He told me he hopes only one.
During this surgery, he will be able to scan the left.
Wants to know what's going on.
He can't do anything to it without losing more function.
So, there you go.
One, two or three more kidney surgeries.
I think I took it well.
Wrote notes.
Got medications.
Smiled. Laughed.
Danced in the office before he came in.
Got a coffee before hand this time.
After I called Mr. Boatman to tell him the great news,
I went to Target.
Had to get yogurt for the girls dinner.
I give them some in their food.
I'm home now.
Wrote my kids a note.
My son was worried.
He's a nice kid. Really nice.
And, now as I write this the tears are starting.
I think it has gotten to me.
It's ok though cause the cats and dogs don't care.
Being brave is hard sometimes.
Just saying ...
Don't forget to dance.
Do it for me.
~ JC ~
