I write about both the good and the bad that comes with living with chronic illness. Today is unfortunately about the bad.
On Monday we found out that a boy in F’s class at school, whose initial is I, died last week. His illness had taken over and there was nothing more they could do. His parents and the teachers knew it was only a matter of time until it took him. And it took him last week.
F cried and remembered J, another boy from her school who died last year. When she got home she told us she felt wobbly inside thinking about them, thinking that she didn’t want this to happen to her.
I wish I could tell her that it won’t but as I write, the daughter of a friend, who has the same illness as F, is losing kidney function by the week and is almost in stage 4 kidney failure.
Did you know that you can’t tell if your kidneys are failing, unless you test for it? Well, that is until it gets really critical.
This is why we need check ups so often. This is why we need to take her to the hospital if she gets stomach flu and vomits for more than a day.
This risk is always there.
It’s as far away as the sun, and closer than her shadow, all at the same time.
That’s what is different about chronic illness.
In memory of I, a sweet soul. Prayers and all our love and compassion to you and your family.