I have not worked on my story for a long time now. Oops on my part. I have been emotional and feelung drained from getting the needed tests done for my evaluation for Froedert Hospital and Clinics, and it drained me to the point that I am unsure about the second transplant these days. It seems that Jackie, my caregiver, wants it more than I do. Yes, I would have more freedom and not be doing dialysis again for a while. That would be great, but what prednisone did to me on high dosage was the culprit of the memtal health. I cuss like a sailor or in my case, family, curse like a farmer. The Karnopp family grew up being farmers while my dad became a city man in the police department in Janesville, Wisconsin most of my life but 8 years in Milton, Wisconsin, and a year near Boscobel, Wisconsin. I moved about 4 times as a child and 5 times as an adult. I moved around a lot growing up and 4 times as an adult. When and if I move again, I will be moving to Riverview Heights when my name pops up saying ready to move from Garden Court. The first two years of living at GC was great, but now it is not as much fun anymore. I cannot wait to move out again to find a new lease on life in a new place. I do have to wait as patiently as possible for now. I will begin working on my story over the weekend.