It has been months since I’ve last posted here. Way too long. And to my blog readers, I do apologize. While no excuse for neglecting my writing practice is sufficient, the one that comes the closest is because I have been vigorously promoting my book, followed by desperately trying to catch up with the day job.
Alexandra Garcia was just 20 years old when came to me from the pediatrics nephrology clinic with urine that contained blood I could see only with the help of a microscope and nearly a gram of protein when normal is less than 150 milligrams.
Twelve years ago yesterday, I gave my left kidney to Robert Phillips—a decision I've never regretted. We continue to share the same two healthy kidneys between us today.
Candy Man couldn’t remember the two strands of plastic tubing dangling from just below his right collarbone—the tunneled catheter we used to connect him to the dialysis machine.