catherineportersings

Meet Dexter; my hero, my BFF, the champ, my right rockstar kidney.  This dude stepped up to bat the minute Kiki, my dearly departed left kidney (see previous blog entry), exited the building en route for sunnier climes, and has been purring like a kitten ever since. He was clearly born to do this, showing up like Mighty Mouse to save the day. He saved me. Kiki is gone, Ladies and Germs, but she’s definitely not forgotten.  She took every ounce of my pit of pain, we added all of your woes to her suitcases, and off she went. Thanks for helping me fill her bags. I meditated on each fear, anxiety and despair you threw at us and put it all in Kiki’s Louis  Vuittons  in your name. I hope you felt the darkness ease a little. I hope you felt some peace. I know I did. Do you want the gory details? At 9:15AM on September 11th, 2017, I quite buoyantly strode into the operating room at Sloane Kettering Memorial Hospital.  I wasn’t exactly thrilled with what was about to happen, but

I want you to meet Kiki. She is my left kidney. Tomorrow, on September 11th, Kiki is going to make her exit from my body. I'm sending her on a all expenses paid lifetime vacation to anywhere but inside me. It's not her fault, but she has to go. She functions perfectly. She's been a super trooper for quite a few years, doing her filtering job with nary a complaint. I appreciate all she has done and I tell her every day. Thank you, Kiki. You've been an exemplary kidney. I love you. Kiki's problem is she has a little beast that is stuck on her. It's called "non invasive Papillary urothelial carcinoma." That's short for CANCER. If cancer hasn't touched you or someone you know and love, you are not breathing. If you have lived challenge-free in your life, I applaud you for being from another planet. This seems to be our real life; the norm. We all have STUFF, we all face mountains, right?  No one is scott-free here in the getting-the-s