My bff Kant has been sick for the past couple of weeks. One of those weeks she spent as a guest in a local hospital, which shall remain nameless, but I think is a colossal shit hole. Don't let the flat-screen televisions and crown molding fool you.
Back in the day, before I possessed the infinite knowledge that nurses have, I really didn't know what was what in the land of renal function. Now, with Kanty in the hospital, I was able to look at the numbers. I knew what was coming, but if I hoped I was wrong.
My hunch turned out to be correct. Kant, after twelve years of a successful kidney transplant, is now in kidney failure. She will go back on dialysis, and back on the waiting list for a new kidney.
Meanwhile, I will be testing to see if I am a compatible donor. A person, so good and selfless as Kathryn, needs to hang around as long as possible.
So, keep your fingers crossed that everything turns out okay, and that one of my kidneys would be happier in Kant.
3 comments:
I'd be happy to donate a kidney to a friend; unfortunately, I don't think anybody wants a 65-year-old kidney.
Wow. You are one awesome friend.
Oh, I hope you're a match!!!
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