It’s easier to block it out and not talk about it.
It’s hard to live with CKD.
In the middle, there’s my kidneys, which are dying so there’s a big explosion in the middle of my life. On the left, are all the questions i ask myself, and on the right, there’s my family, asking me to do it for them. Do I stop treatment because that would make me happier, or do I keep going because its what my family want me to do?
If i stopped and threw everything away, I’d be happy, but time would run out and my family would be sad.
i did like a sweet stand, where you can only choose one where I can only be happy or healthy. All the things i’ve got to go through are so difficult, to be healthy, that i’m not happy. So its either go through them and be sad, or be happy not go through them but then be ill.
Infertility is cruel and heartless. It devours everything around it.
You look perfectly normal, nobody can see your pain and
you wear a mask all of the time. You tell people that you’re
fine, but really that’s how I see myself.