Sunday, September 11, 2011

I have been on dialysis almost a year now. The rage, sorrow, and hopelessness lie quietly in the shadows, and come out at unexpected times.
Yesterday I was in the checkout line at Target and the woman next to me said, "oh your arm looks awful - are you on dialysis?".

I said no. And walked away. Crying.
(The paper shredder can wait another week.)