I'm actually getting a little excited now. I had time last evening because I couldn't go out to church (we're having revival meetings, don't know if I mentioned that before, but I can't go to any more meetings now) so I was able to have some time to myself and think about this transplant, cry about it, plan a little bit, figure out what I'm going to pack, and stuff like that. This morning as I woke up and started dialysis, realizing that even though I woke up earlier, I'm still going to have to do an exchange every two hours 7 times every day for two weeks... I got excited. Because in 14 days I'm gonna be off dialysis.
I'll be able to get this tube out of my stomach. I'll be able to swim again. I can go back to school. I can get a job and work. I won't be confined to my bed for the better part of the day. I'll feel well enough to call m friends and talk for hours. I'll feel well enough to even go and visit my friends like I used to. I'll be able to go places and do things again. I'll be able to just live again.