Here is Mischa, my partner, using Tierce as a puppy pillow.
Mischa has kidney failure and has been on dialysis for the last 5 years. Today he got the news that an anonymous donor of his blood type has been cleared to donate a kidney to him in a week. Much happiness ensued. Our Facebooks were inundated with well-wishes. My work immediately approved my request for emergency leave so I could be with him during the procedure. We went out to dinner at Amrikkos to celebrate.
During dinner, we were talking about the glorious future that was to be ours (if everything goes as hoped). Mischa mentioned being able to go back to work. He doesn’t work right now because while the dialysis keeps him alive, it doesn’t do the same job as a kidney would.
Sometimes he can barely make it out of bed and if he does, he spends the day sacked out on the couch. There’s not a lot that can describe the feeling accurately. Think of it like this: You’re going through your life, but day-to-day, you never know if tomorrow you’re going to feel okay or if you’re going to feel like you’ve just completed the Iditarod Trail Dog Sled Race, you haven’t slept in a week and now you have to get up and do an 8 hour workday.
It just doesn’t work.
One thing Mischa said during dinner stuck with me.
“You know, it’s easier to make it through the bad days if you just get up, but getting up is the problem. If it wasn’t for Tierce needing to go out, some days I just wouldn’t have gotten out of bed. But he needed to go out, so I got up, got dressed and took him out and after that, the day wasn’t as bad to get through.”