My Two Daughters

It was Spring 2003. The promise of life was in abundance. My two little girls provided me with daily inspiration and the zest for life was unlimited.

A lower flank pain was diagnosed as a complicated kidney disease. My then husband told me was leaving me two weeks after the stage 2 diagnosis, for his lover, 13 years my junior. At that stage trade-in were viable up sells in the motor industry. Why not with the major bread winner who had just been told an engine overhaul was required.

Going through the motions of a divorce I took life on! Stood on the courthouse stairs in Escada and vowed to be a glamorous granny. 

Decline is a negative word. I would rather jokingly think that my weight loss is being assisted by organ removal - cynical? Yes. Fun? Yes! Having had a partial nephrectomy, the balance of this decomposing organ is being removed next week. End of the story? No. My other kidney is damaged from the removal of a large stone. There is calcification in the walls of the kidney "central" drainage area. So, fight or decline?

In 2011, somehow I will dig deep, demand happy faces on my family and friends, celebrating life to it's full. Med's are a way of life. Skin condition, we have the youth and super models. Figure? Sore point ... Ego remodeling still required. Life gives us lemons? Margaritas please plus order twins Barbara. So, I got a diseased bladder (Sep issue) plus messed up kidneys. Good days outweigh the bad, for I want to leave my two daughters a legacy: life is meant to be enjoyed.

Andrea

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