Dear friends and readers, I wondered what to title this post. My posts became especially irregular after my failing kidney transplant resulted in returning to reliance on dialysis three times a week for five hours to live. What most people … Continue reading
What does a transplant mean? Life. Memories. Stories. Freedom. I’m hoping for another chance for freedom again. Thanks for watching. Also a big shout out of thank you to everyone today who liked and commented on my blog post. It … Continue reading
July 4, 1987 – A young father, a young husband, and at 29 years old he was looking ahead to more time in Vancouver General Hospital. Not something he relished. The phone rang after he arrived home from work, – … Continue reading
They were the best of friends, Dallas and Ryan, and time spent together was always appreciated, even when weeks passed between walks. Last week they walked on a cold winter day, their faces exposed to the wind, so cold their … Continue reading
Two decades ago I regularly spent long periods in the hospital, having surgery and moving forward hoping for success. Hoping to return to my own bed in my home, my own life, to working even. No needs to remind a … Continue reading
