hannah and caroline and my sick kidney
(part one)


nine days away from the blog just may be a record for me. i am not interested enough to do the research to find out or not, so we'll just agree that it's been a while.

i don't have a ton to say today other than i felt like i wanted to, at least, open this topic up here in an effort towards wrapping my head around the idea of documenting the next couple weeks leading up to my surgery and then during the recovery portion of the program.

(to those that this post might serve as an announcement, i was diagnosed with a mass in my right kidney last thursday that will require the kidney's removal on july 23rd. if it catches you off guard, i do apologize and only ask for your prayers and positive thoughts for myself and my family over the next few weeks as we dig in and take this unexpected news and realize it now as our new normal. the word "normal" has never felt so weird and foreign to me as it has the last few days.)

there have been moments (and i know there will continue to be) over the last few days, that this discovery and "what it all means" to my life moving forward has completely taken me over. the panic attacks that i've been able to rationalize away for the last however many years are not pushed back so easily anymore. having tangible evidence presented to you that says "something is not right here" is just the thing that i've always worried about. i suppose my approach has been something along the lines of "if i take my umbrella in with me, it won't rain." that being, if i thought negatively enough about what could go wrong, maybe all those negative thoughts and mental torment would be a fair substitute for something actual. note to self: that didn't work.

i've been told that the mass/tumor being there is just a bad break relative to my age. i've been told that i am lucky that if something like this were to show up in my body, at least it happened in a place where i have a capable replacement waiting to carry the full load. i have been told by my doctor that i will be considered for the rest of my life in the same way any kidney donor would. i'll be monitored, sure, but i'll drink the same things, eat the same things, and do the same things i am already used to doing. in my rational moments, i can accept this train of thought. there is a part of me that thinks i could even embrace it at some point. i have no doubt it my mind that had i two healthy kidneys at my disposal and one of my family or friends needed an extra, i would be the first in line to step up and offer one for the greater good. no problem. today, i hope and pray for this best case scenario.

i have many more irrational fears that i won't go into detail with today. maybe later. maybe not. we'll just see. most of them center around if i was so unlucky to have this mass form in me at such a young age, do all the other more favorable percentages actually apply to me anymore? i am sure they do. i hope they do. that's just what i fear. i hope that's ok. and i want, more than anything, for someone to prove my fears silly sooner rather than later.

this journey will have it's ups and downs, just like any journey in life. i know that. i hope that soon i can provide testimony to those whose own peace of mind might need it that something quite scary can be turned into something quite positive.

i don't know if i've ever believed "everything happens for a reason", but i do believe in god, his son as my savior, the power to heal and the power to grow wise through experience, good and bad.

this is bad. but not so bad that it can't be overcome. i am going to overcome it and i'll be better for it. please help me see this through.

i love you, my wife. i love you, my beautiful girls. i love you, my friends that are already caring and praying for me.

this is not the end. this is just a new chapter.