In which I share a dream, a poem, thoughts on nutrition, & personal reflections on life with a kidney disease on World Kidney Day 2021.
My poor husband is in the hospital…
It’s the last day of 2020.
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.