We all have fear of death, it can't be denied. Yet I always feel like my reasons for worrying are more justified. I have a rare kidney disease and as a result I no longer have any function left in the three kidneys in my body (two are mine, one is from a deceased twenty five year old man from Scotland).
The answer to if I'm going to die is obviously yes. We are all going to die one day, the only difference is the length of time we will spend on Earth before we do. I have high hopes for future advancements in the field of kidney failure stage 5. Its unjustifiable not to embrace the fact that life is about being happy. We have learnt a lot this year about how depressing life can actually get. As a human population we have endured this year. Like seriously, it's been a bad year in general hasn't it?
I'm not the best example for the quality of the year either. It started off great. On the 7th of January while going about my daily rituals of trying to go on and survive with this disease, I got the phone call that everyone in my position wants and needs. A doctor was on the other end of the phone telling me that there was a kidney available for me.
I felt a mix of anxiety and happiness. I told myself this could only be good. I would be hopefully getting a kidney transplant so that I could feel better finally. Unfortunately, it only took a few weeks and the Focal Segmental Glomerulosclerosis that lurked in my body was back. it had started to attack the transplanted kidney. It was unforgiving, despite the medical efforts of many specialists, it persisted and up until September, it attacked the kidney to death. It killed another organ in my body, because that what it does. It's an evil and a the moment it is unstoppable.
I feel lucky though, i'm still alive and hope is all I need in order to survive. One day I will be better, not cured, but I will feel better.
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