I was at a conference out of my home state this earlier this week and it hit me differently than any other flight I’ve taken. I had several emotions. Will this be my last trip before I start dialysis? What would travel be like with dialysis? And in truth. I was wondering how will I handle the loss of the life I know.
My fistula surgery is scheduled for in about a month and now I’m worrying about that and watching over my arm from the point after the surgery on. I’ve landed at the decision that others have done this and I can too. It’s a thought I’ve had about other journeys and haven’t been proven wrong. I just have to prepare as best I can and also allow myself to feel the feelings that come along with such a life changing survival necessary life change.
I’ve also landed at hope. I’m simply going to have faith and hope that my landing goes okay there are a lot of wild turns on my journey through life. As I’m sure others can say as well. I’m just leaning on my strength in those time to help me with this. I’ve experienced turbulence before and I came out ok. I am praying that I can grapple with this in my mind and come to a place of acceptance. So now that I’ve drilled the landing into the ground in this post. I’ll takeoff for now.