Borrowing Back the Past: A Reflection on Loss, Faith, and Memory
Today was another rough day, but I’m still here, still fighting, still trusting in God’s plan. For those who may not know, I’ve been on dialysis for nearly three years—September will mark that milestone. Navigating the endless hoops of medical appointments, tests, and treatments often leaves me drained, with little energy to tackle everything I need to do. Yet, I’m blessed beyond measure to have employers who understand my limitations. Their compassion and flexibility are gifts I can never fully repay, and I thank God for their kindness every day. Three weeks ago, I underwent tests to determine if my bladder has the capacity and elasticity to support a kidney transplant, should that day ever come. Then, last week, I traveled to Lafayette for a biopsy due to concerns about a nodule or shadow on my thyroid. Both tests were supposed to yield results within a week, but I’ve heard nothing—diddly squat, as I like to say. The transplant team is likely weighing what’s best for me, and I trust ...