Tuesday, Oct. 22, 2002 - 11:26 P.M.
I am getting ready for bed after shampooing my hair and painting my toes. Gee, like anyone will really care! I am glad that I don't have a tweetybird tatooed on my ankle or boob :)
I am trying to keep Richard's spirits up.
I gave him a card that has 2 baby seals on it, says: I'm glad we are in this together.
I will never forget how he looked when the Dr. told him he was in kidney failure. Richard said: I'm dead. I have been whistling in the dark ever since and it has worked. I have tried to keep him upbeat and he said that no matter what happens next, the past year or so have been the best I have ever treated him. That should tell you something. I have tears in my eyes because a part of me feels like I could have stopped the kidney failure along the way.
Well, I will do my fuckeedoodle best to stop it now with my kick-ass kidney, yahoo.
And I will make sure that he is vigilant in listening to his body and we will call the Dr. day or nite with any questions.
I am kidneygurl, hear me roar!
P.S. Thanks to all Internet Friends for the good vibes and encouragement.
