I care. It’s right there, in my name (Kerry) if you listen carefully.
A lot of wonderful things can happen in twenty-one years time. Right Mya?
I’m thankful for a smooth appointment to mark my twenty-one years.
My creatinine was up over 80 last time, but it’s right back down to 76 and I can’t argue with that.
My potassium seems to be up some, but we’re retesting, to be sure. Strange, but it could be worse.
I’m thankful for once a year.
I was told I can cut back, from twice-a-year visits to the kidney clinic, to now once only, with the other being for only checking my blood.
What is better, after more than twenty years, is that my brother was told the same thing and he’s only now coming up to five years with his kidney, second one for him.
I’m thankful for a wonderful local resource for women in my community.
From my first call to inquire, to my first intake visit and subsequent ones, I’ve felt welcomed and have been offered wonderful assistance. I am glad I went for it.
I’m thankful for help with my first resume and cover letter, from an expert on both.
I feel, I look younger than I am, and I feel as if I am at least ten years behind in other ways too.
Since I’d taken a career preparation class, back in high school, I’d been afraid to take steps to write a resume for myself. I was in my twenties, depressed, and feeling ashamed that I hadn’t done anything to warrant placement on a resume.
I heard about a particular internship and it required a resume, so I went for it. I found some excellent help to create one. I was intimidated by the visual aspects, structure and formatting and things.
I had help, lots of concentrated help, to bring one into existence. I am so pleased with the results.
For months and months, I’ve built more of a list of publications, but interacting with editors over email was all that was required, until now.
I’m thankful for an eye doctor I can trust to give me his honest opinion.
His soft, steady voice has always calmed me, simply by hearing it.
He saw nothing new, both on the tests (ERG) and from looking in my eyes with his brightest of bright lights.
This is a good thing, of course, but the genetic eye condition I have is so rare and the cells are dying out on my retina and it is nearly impossible to spot the slow decline of sight I’m experiencing, leaving me with less and less as the years pass.
Still, even if there are more and more well discovered gene therapies, none are for me at this time. I trust him. I am still scared, but I trust him, and it takes years to show that level of trust.
I’m thankful I heard back from an editor I thought was long gone.
I’ve got contracts now, writer agreements, and so hopefully it’s a go this time.
I’m thankful for progress in Canada.
I am taking steps toward finding work for myself, but things like this take us one step closer to accessibility and equality for things like employment and much more.
I’m thankful for the return of the pease.
I’m thankful for
Kristi of Thankful Me
and her stepping up to host a place for gratitude.