Defeated-an old entry

July 28, 2010

 I am 33 and I have kidney disease. As I write that sentence, I still can’t grasp where my life went.  There was a time not so long ago that I was healthy, full of energy, I was alive.  Now my days are spent thinking and worrying if I will see my 34th birthday. I stare at my face which at one time had no flaws.  My skin has turned into a playground for pimples to dwell.  My face is dry now, I no longer have that youthful glow.  My body has marks and bruises from the surgeries.  I have war marks to remind me of my many battles with my illness.  But still there are countless scars I have that nobody will ever see.

 I wonder if I will make it to see my own wedding. Will I get to see my dad walk me down the aisle? That would be a sight to see.  My dad and I together holding hands, as he gives me away to the man I have wished for all my life.  I would love to be able to dance with my brother on my wedding day.  It’s crazy how our relationship has come full circle. To be honest, I daydream about this special day ever chance I get.  I try to come to this place in my mind when everything feels so out of control.  This is peace to me.

 My reality is dialysis treatments three times a week for three hours.  I sit in a chair and attempt to watch  TV( which I really don’t do). I stare at the timer of the dialysis machine,hoping and praying that it will be all over soon.  I look at all the patients mostly elderly and wonder if they lived their lives to the fullest before they got here? I wonder if they got married, had children, finished school, or traveled? Then it comes to me, I have done none of those things (the right way-I mean) before I got sentenced to this life.  It angers to be given a chance with so many restrictions and conditions.  It this what my life will be from now on? Is this really a chance or am I just getting by? Am I just waiting for my time to be up? This is not where I thought I would be.  I am nothing now but a young woman of 33 waiting for a kidney transplant.

May we be strengthened with the understanding that being blessed does not mean that we shall always be spared all the disappointments and difficulties of life. –

 Heber J. Grant (Contributed by Linda)



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: