I’m late to the party, the farewell January party.
I was nearly
the month of prompts but I kept on with preoccupation instead. Hopefully that will soon be over.
I go back for blood testing and to speak with the doctor on Tuesday. I’ve been warned that it could end up being a really long day, but I didn’t want to have to wait another whole week to find out if there’s any more to be concerned about with my earlier results.
I was glad to see January coming to an end, as February (along with being my birthday month) feels a lot more positive, most years anyway.
Still, I am not ready for my father’s kidney to be done working. I don’t want to think of what an end to the function of my first transplanted kidney would really mean as far as the possible needed changes in my life.
The year is just beginning, still fresh, and I’m not ready to look ahead with an optimistic, open mind, not as long as I feel this weight that may or may not be lifted. I do appreciate this January writing/blogging exercise, but now that it’s coming to an end, I am again thinking of turning another year older and how I don’t want to let go of the part of my father I am lucky to get to carry around with me.
Silly, self interested thoughts going on over here, as I look to the start of a new month.
for this second-last prompt of the month.