Throughout this kidney dialysis and tranplant journey, a handful of fears kept echoing through my mind. Quiet at times. Deafening at others.
- What if my body turns against the gift I’ve waited so long for. What if it rejects the kidney meant to save me.
- What if I’m tethered to a machine again. Have to be put on Hemodialysis. Watching hours slip away while my body fights to stay afloat.
- What if no one steps forward. What if I never hear the words, “I’m a match. I’ll be your donor.”
- What if the wait stretches endlessly. Two to three years. Maybe more. While my health and hope fade.
- What if kidney dialysis becomes my forever. Not a bridge. But a reality I never escape.
- What if this exhaustion never lifts. What if illness becomes my constant companion, knowing that I may never feel whole again.
