Oxnard—I have been talking, dreaming, and fantasizing about transplant day ever since the Nephrologist told me that I was cleared to get a transplant, first from my son, Travis, and then my wife, and spent the day crying and praying.
I TOLD the supervisor and thought he would be happy for me, and gave a “yeah, that’s nice” answer to my news.
This is the same guy who asked me to do him a favor, and give away my automated gear chair, only to have all three chairs removed due to insurance, power failure, and liability issues.
How many of you are going to sue a family member, because if you fell out of a chair, and let’s assume their lawyers figured out a way to get out of the chair, so they can step down safely? OMG!!!
Then the obstacles started occurring, starting with my blood work being bad. Thank you. I worked hard to fix that, and the next time I saw my nephrologist, he said my blood work is great, but if I did have a procedure to have a fistula inserted into my arm, he knew at least two patients who died, due to a…
