Holymoly. I’ve been on my Kindle watching YouTube videos since I got home. I’ve been lying in bed because OUCH my shoulder and arm hurts from pulling weeds the other day and I wanted to not move for a little bit… and for some reason my computer screen looks ginormous.
when i was 19 years old, i was diagnosed with igA nephropathy and told i would lose my kidneys by the age of 30. i got pregnant when i was 22 and told i would be risking losing my kidneys much quicker if i went through with the pregnancy. my daughter madison was born 2 months early after a high risk pregnancy and months of ordered bed rest. (which i wasn’t exactly able to stick to for reasons.) both of us were hospitalized for about a month after she was born.
in february 2009 when i was 26, i was admitted to the hospital with blood pressure of about 220/200 after several tests in the ER confirmed i had end stage renal failure. (my kidneys had stopped working.) i had surgery the next day to have a catheter placed for immediate dialysis. after 2 weeks, i was released. in july of 2009, i had surgery on my left arm to have my fistula for dialysis placed. i sat through about two years of dialysis (3 days a week, 3 hours each day.)
on january 5th, 2011 my sister angela gave me one of her kidneys and saved my life. happy anniversary to us.reblogging my transplant anniversary post for march, which is kidney health awareness month. and although i’ve since lost my transplanted kidney, the love and appreciation i have for my sister who donated to me is still alive and well. i will be posting a lot of kidney related things this month, just a heads up.
I started following her because she was a organ recipient. Much love to her and her family, as they all are so happy and I enjoy her posts.
As it is Kidney Health Awareness Month, I will put in my own boost. I donated a kidney to my aunt (her fourth donated kidney) on October 13, 2011 and she doing great. I am doing awesome as well, taking care of the one kidney I have left. Please be a donor. You don’t need them when you die; someone else could die because they need them.
I’m so proud of my sister for donating a kidney to my aunt, as well as my aunt and 2 uncles who donated to her previously.
My 5-year-old insists that Bilbo Baggins is a girl.
The first time she made this claim, I protested. Part of the fun of reading to your kids, after all, is in sharing the stories you loved as a child. And in the story I knew, Bilbo was a boy. A boy hobbit. (Whatever that entails.)
But my daughter was determined. She liked the story pretty well so far, but Bilbo was definitely a girl. So would I please start reading the book the right way? I hesitated. I imagined Tolkien spinning in his grave. I imagined mean letters from his testy estate. I imagined the story getting as lost in gender distinctions as dwarves in the Mirkwood.
Then I thought: What the hell, it’s just a pronoun. My daughter wants Bilbo to be a girl, so a girl she will be. And you know what? The switch was easy. Bilbo, it turns out, makes a terrific heroine. She’s tough, resourceful, humble, funny, and uses her wits to make off with a spectacular piece of jewelry. Perhaps most importantly, she never makes an issue of her gender—and neither does anyone else.
It’s 19 years, 34 weeks, 1 day, and 59 minutes later, heretofore known as now. Young Ned has become The Pie-Maker. And this is where he makes his pies. The peaches never brown, the dead fruit in his hands becomes ripe with everlasting flavor. As long as he only touches it once.