Pandemic with a new kidney
I was on dialysis for 10 years, from age 17, due to lupus. I was finally accepted to get a Kidney transplant at the end of January, and I was sped through the process because dialysis gave me seniority. I was looking forward to finally continuing the life that was put on pause when my kidneys failed. I remember sitting in my hospital bed, about to be rolled into surgery, reading news about the first COVID case showing up in Washington, less than a hundred miles away from where I was in Portland. I haven't been able to do any of the things I was planning or looking forward to because of the pandemic. My immune system is repressed to protect my kidney from rejection, which means I'm in a high risk demographic. I miss my friends, but we've found ways to connect virtually, and I've found ways to continue to improve upon my art skills, taught myself how to sew, and started to write and illustrate a comic. Even though I can't go into the outside world very much, I consider myself lucky. I'm not isolated alone, because I had already moved back in with my parents. And above all I'm grateful to have received the gift of life, and a chance to live unfettered by endless dialysis treatments. I feel like I have a future now, even if it seems like the world is burning around me.