👋 Hello, and welcome to a new day, I have been up since 8 AM, had a bit of breakfast and got ready to go to my medical appointment at SSM Health at 10:15 AM. I saw my primary doctor Dr. Christopher Taylor this morning. He wanted to touch on my evaluation to be on the kidney transplant list and talk about my heart a bit. I have some plaque in the arteries, but right now my heart has no obstruction issues or blockages, but in a few years, stints will help with arteries when things get more complicated then. I need to take some time to talk to Jackie and get all the information about my heart ❤️ down correctly to explain what Dr. Christopher Taylor found while reading the results of the test. At least I can breathe easy at this time. The future will bring on some especially important changes. I know there are going to be some changes in the future I will receive help from as long as God has me on this earth.
My dear friends and other diarists of Dear Diary, I have contemplating and dealing with some memories that have affected me in ways I am growing from and learning as I continue to move forward in my life. I do not like some of the physical changes that have happened in 2022 and 2023 because I am very stubborn and have a temper of a sailor or in my case of a farmer. The men in my family, aunts, and uncles, now an uncle and aunt gone, and the only uncles I have left are Ray and Larry (Butch), and my daddy who is going to be 83 on April 5th, 2025. Now, my dad has a heart attack a few years ago because his heart was dealing with some blockages. He was flown to Madison, Wisconsin from Boscobel, Wisconsin to have the surgeon take care of him at the UW. It was several days later I heard from my dad, and he told me about his heart attack. I was at Bethel Baptist Church at a talent show with my best friend Sandi Jinkins Wellnitz and her husband Mark that evening. When I found out how bad it really was, I realized I almost lost my dad. Today, his heart ❤️ is doing well and he is watching what he should now. I have lost my Uncle Ed to a blood infection that got out of control at age 67 in 1997, lost my mom’s mom, Grandma Myra Irene Fox, October 1, 1997, to congested heart failure. My dad’s only sister Aunt Dorothy passed away a couple of years ago from her ailing body. I just have two uncles left and my daddy. So, since family members have had heart issues later in life, I am well cared for with Dr. Christopher Taylor currently. He told me he is not going to go anywhere anytime soon at this time. Whew! Yay!
Anyway, tomorrow I have physical therapy at 10:00 am and dialysis afterwards. Maybe get on my machine early to make the weekend weekend a little longer. Will have to wait and see when I get to dialysis in the morning. NOT looking forward to PT.
For some reason I have been thinking 💭 about a former caregiver. Her name is Dawn. I thought she was an excellent caregiver, but when she saw that I was talking to my IRIS consultant Julie Rasmussen, she flipped her lid, walked out of my apartment after dropping my keys on the kitchen table and slamming my door as she left. She called 10 minutes later while she had her husband with her telling me to delete and erase her and her husband’s phone number off my contact list and never talk to them again. I was so flabbergasted that no tears came, nor did I care anymore when she was nasty while walking out of my life at that moment saying under her breath, she hopes that I die from COVID. Unbeknownst to me, I catch COVID two years later that had become a reality of a life changer for me that I just learned to accept in 2024. Because Dawn has come, remembering this has caused a feeling of anger arise in my body. I want to scream about this memory.
More tomorrow…