My life didn't get off to a very good start, I was born the second child of what would eventually become a gang of six kids. I led a sort of double life, I was diagnosed with a renal disease at 18 months old. This saw me in and out of hospitals and over the course of my first 30 years a total of 14 major surgical procedures. Obviously this led to other health issues. I spend so much time in and out of hospitals that whatever relationship I had with my siblings disintegrated over the passing years. I was greatly resented because I kept going into hospital for extended periods and returning home again I kind of became the cuckoo in the nest. My four sisters and one brother were all in fine fettle, hardly ever catching a cold.
Being a renal disease, this led to other ailments, heart, blood pressure, arthritis, fibro, etc the list goes on. Over the years, (I am now 68) my lovely siblings have told me that I 'put it on' or ' I am attention seeking' or even ' I am imagining it all'. Once I got past the 50 years hurdle, I found they were calling me the ' creaking gate' the ' swinging gate'.
For my part, I have made it my life's work to nurse what is left of my half kidney that keeps me away from the transplant unit, by caring for it better than a royal baby. As a result of strictly adhering to the prescribed diet, I piled on weight (drugs I am afraid) (prescribed ones) and not much protein, I get by on a cocktail of prescription medicines. BUT I am so b****y happy to still be alive. I am NOT a gate - creaking or otherwise. I am determined to squeeze every single second of life that is allotted to me. As for my siblings - well who needs such negative opinions. I have a wonderful husband and two fabulous children and four amazing grandsons. All of whom see me as a human being and not a ruddy gate.