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And the only thing I keep thinking with kidney disease is, "Not this time around." One of my favorite jokes - and it's probably a little mean on the other person, I get that - is when people who haven't seen me in quite a while admire how much weight I've lost. If I'm not looking run down and twitchy that day, they will usually remark, "You just look so good. I would love to know what you've done." "Oh, well I destroyed my kidneys," I usually say with a laugh. Cue crickets and odd looks. I eventually explain to them that I'm joking, and I usually have to apologize. But it makes the best of a bad situation. Call it a defense mechanism. Some friends have told me I'm in denial. I'm not. I realize more than anyone that I will eventually have to do thrice-daily dialysis treatments and have a kidney transplant. I know that kidney transplant will not be a cure; it will be a treatment, and 20 years down the road, I will have to have another one, or go back on dialysis. I realize that this is going to cost a lot of money. It's also going to take a lot of friendly support, and I hope that you all continue to provide that, despite my flippant and facetious demeanor. I've been told I'd probably make fun of the end of the world. That's probably true. But, really, the best thing I can do for my sanity and my happiness is continue to make jokes about kidney disease. And this may be off-putting to others, but they're not the ones dealing with the nausea, the cramps, the hiccups, the gout, all the medications and the dizziness and brain fog. I am. And I choose to laugh about it. Don't think that means I'm not of the realization of how serious this is. I appreciate all the kind words and prayers, and I hope they keep coming. But if I make a joke on social media, it's just a joke. When the proverbial crap hits the fan, believe me, you'll know it's for real. So yes, my kidneys are basically freeloaders. Not just that, they're like the relatives that come for a visit, and then don't pay their way, and wreck up the place, and they refuse to leave! I'm looking for new tenants, preferably non-smokers with good references. As long as they work, I'm not too picky.