Surviving, healing and flowering after kidney failure.
The first person to offer me a kidney was my mother. She simultaneously volunteered my father and brother. I only took her mildly seriously and not because the offer was not dead-serious. I had it in my mind that my blessing was to come another way. In my mind, it felt like a due no harm act to deny the …
For a long time, I was afraid to want a new kidney. I couldn’t see my way clear to having a transplant, so it seemed mad, masochistic even, to dare dream of having one. With no local transplant program, the system in The Bahamas is just not set up for most dialysis patients to have one, much less a public …
There was that moment of dread when I felt all alone in a hotel room on the east coast of the United States with a pair of lungs filled with fluid, seven hours away from my badly need dialysis appointment. Sleep was supposed to be my cure, and I couldn’t believe how badly it had failed me. I flirted with …
As The Bahamas embarks on the implementation of national health insurance I wonder if I am the only one feeling clueless. I’d really like to know who is representing the consumer’s interest in this NHI debate. I feel somewhat ashamed to admit that as a consumer I have no idea what the hell is going on in this NHI debate. …
Please don’t offer me anything to drink: My daily struggle with liquid poison I was at a party on the weekend standing by myself. A guy approached me trying to make conversation. He looked at the cup in my hand and asked, “What are you drinking?” Presumably he wanted to buy me a refill. I said: I’m not drinking anything; …