I stare at red life fluid in the toilet these days. Not a comforting condition.
The act of urination is a vice grip on what remains of a right kidney.
As I contemplate how I got here – One day you’re healthy, the next you’re compromised, I begin to understand how the deepest fears, sorrows, insecurities can manifest themselves until a part inside your body breaks. An organ goes wrong.
I hold a new respect for the power of the mind to target internals for disposal.
For me the mental triggers were (are) a relentless former employer attempting to break me financially, a broken friendship, and a breaking new business venture all hitting at once.
Lots of breaking. Broken.
An e-mail arrived.
In the early morning. The day of my surgery.
Several eye-openers for me. Was it a coincidence that I received…
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