It’s hard to imagine the end – coulda, shoulda, woulda
There aren’t a lot of pictures of my mom and I when I was in high school and in college. Dialysis made her retain water and she was self-conscious about the way she looked. At times the stint in her arm wasn’t working so she had to get one put in her neck. She tried to hide it with a scarf and then when they were able to take it out it left a noticeable scar. She never complained and she hid it well when she was feeling lousy.
She never made me change my life to accommodate her, sometimes I wish she did. I was a selfish teenager that didn’t fully understand my mom’s situation. I took her for granted because it was too hard to think she may not be there, I just thought she’d get better.
I’ve been walking in the Detroit Kidney walks for over a decade and the tradition started with my mom rallying to raise money and to spend the day together at the walk. I walk in memory of my mom and to remember all the people that are affected by kidney disease. Not just the patients, but their family and friends too.