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Organizing my Life…On the transplant road


          Many of you who know me or have read my blog know that I have been on dialysis for about six years now. But if you also know me well you know I have never once felt sorry for myself or have fallen into pity party mode. There are too many sick people, especially children that have not really even lived for me to be complaining about being on dialysis. I am strong and able, this is just a moment in time for me and I will surpass it. I have many ways of keeping hope alive. I always say I know God and he knows me and when he wants me there is nothing that will stop it so every extra day is  blessing. I don’t intend to waste it.

As far as everything goes I am now tissue typing with my brother to see if we are a good match. My older brother has decided to go under the knife for me! I am beyond amazed at his selflessness and I know I would do the same for him were the roles reversed. Every test completed is a new step forward on the transplant road. A new step toward a normal life. I take every step in gratitude. I have made many changes of late because I want to live an organized and simple life. I am all about order and organizing and planning . I love anything that makes my life easier. I love functional yet beautiful things. As a writer who loves her craft I adore fabulous planbooks to write in and make my plans for the day. It puts everything into perspective for me and in a much clearer light.  I am learning a great deal on this road. Things that I hope to pay forward once my journey is done. For now I will do the best I can with what I have been given and although I’d rather not be on this road I am mighty grateful to be here at all. No matter where I may have to walk on this road the point for me is that I’m still walking and that my friends is a blessing.

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A Place of Ones Own


I have been a mother for what seem like most of my life. My three, now grown children were the essence of what I did and where I went for now twenty seven years of my life and I would not trade it for the world. Seeing them grow has been my privilege and blessing. Being a parent gives you a new perspective on life and all its trials give you strength you never thought you might possess. Still life comes with changes and my greatest change has arrived, an empty nest! That trial that all mothers and fathers eventually go through after spending half their lives raising children. It isn’t easy trust me I’m sure there are many parent out there that have no idea what to do with themselves after their children have gone.

I was one of those parents. I was stuck in the role of being a mom and being there for my children was all I did. That’s what moms do and we don’t regret it one bit. I am very proud of all of my children and I am honored to have devoted my time to them, that’s why I had them. Still the time has come for me to write a better story for myself. It’s time to dream of a future of my own. There are still many blessings to look forward to. You, We still have a life to live. one that hopefully has many years left. As a woman I find we need a sisterhood of women to help us do this. A place to develop all the other talents we may have hidden or placed on the back burner to attend our loved ones.  A group of like minded individuals to push us forward in our new adventure. We need mentors and a process by which to navigate and go to our destiny. This is your time!

What’s your story? What do you want for you? What is your dream?

Now, Go. Find it. Do it. Be it! I am with you.

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The Method to Our Madness

Have you ever found something that impacts you to a level that you just need to share it with the world? Something so beautiful and inspiring that it simply makes your creative spirit soar?
Everyone knows I am a writer and poet and love more than anything to be organized and plan what I want to do with my life, how to do it and to dream of the future. Eight months ago I came across Planner Perfect by Jenny Lind Penton. A method of planning that has changed my life. I had used other ways of planning all my life but I never found something that suited me as her method does. Jenny has found a way to help you organize  not only your life but to include your dreams in your plans. She has taught me and countless women to write a better story. There is no better feeling for an artist than to be able to dream. To see your inspiration and aspirations on paper and be able to make a plan of action to develop them and bring them to life. For me that has to be the best part of the method. However I would be remiss if I did not tell you that what caught my eye first was the beauty and quality of Jenny’s plan books. There is nothing that I can say which would do justice to her level of craftsmanship. Her art is magnificent and so beautiful. You just have to see it for yourself to believe it. She blends beauty with functionality and brings forth a product of excellent quality. If you are a planner and want to find a new way to further your dreams, this is it. Take my word for it for I don’t give it lightly. The Planner Perfect Method is a whole new and excellent way to plan and I have never been more exited about my dreams and future.

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Putting your big girl pants on…On the transplant road


If you are on the transplant road like I am the first thing you learn is that there will be hurdles to jump, plenty of hurdles. These hurdles will either make you run for cover or build you up to the point where nothing will break or tear down your resolve. I have been jumping hurdles since I first found out I needed dialysis in 2010. This post is bout my latest hurdle and I will need to jump big for this one.

As you all know I have been going through a battery of tests just to evaluate whether I am healthy  enough to be on the transplant list to begin with. Most tests have been accomplished and I am happy to report, passed with flying colors. Well almost all. Last week I went for my first ever much dreaded mammogram. I know every woman is cringing at the word as I type and they have a perfect right to for it is an excruciating procedure. Lord in heaven it’s like being felt up by an enemy. The way they twist and smash and pull can only be described as a baker kneading dough but I did it. I was a champ for the cause but of course it never ends there. A few days later I was called to come back for as they put it, a second look. Can you smell the fear?

The call we all dread. Still I was told it’s routine because they have nothing to compare it to this being my first mammogram of all time so of course I go. This time certain areas are focused on, 3D scans are taken and even a sonogram is performed all during the same visit. Now I am nervous. Well as you might suspect by now something was found on my right breast. Two areas as of yesterday were biopsied and I am currently recovering at home. The biopsy was not so bad and I am currently awaiting my results which will be given to me on Monday. For some reason I am not afraid. Whatever will be will be and this is my hurdle. A new hurdle I will clear like all the others because that is my fate. I will survive in this life or the next. Fear has no place in me, it’s just not part of my makeup. As the hurdle gets closer I am preparing to jump and up is not such a bad place to go.




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The first of many steps..on the transplant road

For those who are unaware of how a transplant works and I am one of those people, the road is a tedious and very surprising one. The steps required for you to so much as be considered for the transplant list are mind boggling. Two weeks ago I took the first step toward my evaluation which I told you all about. I spent four hours at Saint Barnabas Medical Center at the pre-transplant department just speaking to people and learning the aspects of transplantation. I have to tell you these four hours are nothing if not thorough on explaining everything you have to do to get your organ. You speak to doctors, nurses, dietitians, and insurance specialists on every side of the spectrum. Pre-op and post-op, everything is covered which is both reassuring and daunting but I’m ready so you can believe I listened with open ears and eyes.

After all of the conversations were done it was time for some of the litany of tests I have to pass in order to be considered a viable candidate for transplant surgery. This has nothing to do with who will give me the kidney or how I will get it, this is simply to evaluate my health.

Did you know that after going through all of this if there is anything else wrong with you, you can be denied a transplant? If you have heart issues, cancer, diabetes or anything that can affect your health in conjunction with kidney disease you can be denied. Hows that for nerve wracking?

Did you know that post-op anti rejection medication costs about 2000.00 a month? Holy!!


Every test is like a hurdle you must clear before the far away finish line. The tests on this particular day were a chest x-ray, an electrocardiogram, a physical and some blood tests. You have to undress more than a stripper on call but I did them all and gratefully passed this battery of tests with good results. There are quite a few more to come in the upcoming future, one being a stress test which takes up-to four hours! Yikes! I don’t know how ready I am for that but I am ready for my kidney so I will e going for it. Wish me luck cause I’m running for that finish line!



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Gaining perspective, on the transplant road

It’s funny how your perspective on life can change in a minute. I am not ashamed to admit that once upon a time not too long ago I was certain this disease would kill me. I was sure because of all I have been through with this illness that I would eventually loose the fight. You see what goes on during a dialysis treatment is very precarious. The human body was not meant to take such punishment over such a long period of time and I have been on this road for over five years now. Aside from treatment I have suffered serious illnesses that have also put me in the hospital like c-dif and infiltration to my veins. Worst of all too much fluid was once removed causing excessive cramping in my body enough to require morphine to help with the pain. For those who don’t know why cramping can be so dangerous it’s because your heart is also a muscle and it can fail and cause severe heart attack if it cramps. Therefore you are rushed to the hospital because dialysis centers can not treat you for any other medical conditions and can only administer Tylenol for pain.

I know that anyone who has ever been in a position where they feel their life threatened can become quite vulnerable and afraid. When you get sick like this and it lasts for this long it takes a toll on mind, body and spirit. Everything comes into question. You even wonder what you are paying for especially after dialysis when you’re wracked with pain and no one can really help you. The pain is where no one can reach so you bare it. Week after week, two times a week, year after year waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. You see friends from your center give up and pass on and you cant help but wonder will I be next cause I’m tired and this hurts.

About two months ago I had the greatest fear I have ever experienced. I woke up with half of my face numb. When I looked in the mirror I noticed the right side of my face would not function. Immediately I thought I had suffered a stroke in my sleep. Along with the pain behind my right ear I was sure my days were numbered if I didn’t get to the hospital quick. I am a functioning panicked person though so with tears in my eyes I wrote a letter to my children in case I didn’t make it out. I stated every reason why I love them as much as I do as a whole and individually. I told them what to keep after I was gone. I told them it was ok to mourn but not forever and to take care of each other and remain close. I still have this letter because by the grace of the universe I am still here, fighting.

At the hospital I was grateful to learn that what I had contracted was called Bell’s palsy caused by limes disease which I didn’t even know I had. Sometimes you don’t get a bullseye or an itch where you’re bitten. This was the reason for my numb face. I had never been so happy to hear anything in my life. This was surmountable. I could get through this and be ok but it had also changed me. I had gained a new perspective and things began to change in me and in my life. The insurance I had fought for to make my transplant possible finally came through after almost three years. I now have the possibility for a normal life that won’t be wasted once I have it. You can bet on that! I often tell my doctor that once I receive a transplant they will be able to give it to someone else when I die an old old lady because that’s how well I will care for it. I will not squander the gift I will be given and I will be grateful every day for it.

Today I am still in the fight but with new armor and I will win this fight. I have dialysis today but it’s no longer a death sentence for me, now I see it as a stepping stone to recovery. A way to keep me healthy while I wait for my deliverance. This illness has taught me just how strong I can be under difficult circumstances. Nothing will ever seem too difficult for me again. If this is to be my trial I will stand and face it. After all I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and I will walk every step until I’m free.

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On the Transplant road…


Everyone knows that I am on dialysis. I have been on it for a little over five years now. It hasn’t been easy in fact it has been a challenge and a trial for me. I’m sure that all of the people currently facing this disease feel exactly the same as I do. You merely exist while you’re on dialysis. Life becomes something only healthy people seem to experience. Our existence surrounds the need for treatment and when or where it will happen. We live from one treatment to another so plans for any other life experience must submit to the need for dialysis first. So here I am five years in but things are changing and I have decided to take you all on the road with me.
Yesterday was an all important day. After years of fighting with Medicaid I finally got the insurance I needed to get evaluated to finally get on the donor list. I am on my way! My evaluation went well. I spoke with doctors, nurses, social workers and dieticians. I still have to have many tests run before I am listed but the ball is rolling and that for me spells hope. The hope for renewed life. I took various tests while at the hospital yesterday. There were chest ex rays, blood tests and an electrocardiogram. Everything must be good before you’re even considered for a transplant. I must take optimal care of myself, I must be my greatest advocate if I want to be healthy again and I will be. Today is a dialysis day but today the light at the end of the tunnel is bright and I can feel its warmth on my face. I’m on my way.