I expect in a few days to be able to announce an event around the end of the month, which in collaboration with the Belize Kidney Association, and in association with a few other organizations, entities and friends, will possibly help raise a little more funds but will also serve to thank all those who have helped.
It is the end of a relatively tumultuous week, surely a veritable saga in the annals of my pursuit of better health as I strive to overcome heart disease and renal failure. It was a week of visits to several medical institutions for consultations, procedures, sessions, treatment for the infection’s recurrence, a transfusion and an operation, and though a little worse for wear, I am also better off for it. Through it all it was the sheer force of the positivity of those who expressed their support in many forms, in large and small ways, but each of which meant so much to me.
It has also been a week of contrasts, and a ride across the roller coaster of the emotional spectrum. I intend to make my friend Philip Palacio’s funeral church services next Monday afternoon and will fully grieve the loss of one of our brightest minds and just a terrific human being, citizen, friend and father.
I received what I consider some substantial donations from a few persons, one of whom I am still unsure as to who it is. Even if in terms of quantum those were consequential nothing touched me more than a street person chasing me down this week on a Belize City street to give me a shilling because she had heard I was sick. They will put me in my grave my fingers clasped around that coin. I could’ve wept.
I had a virulent form of hiccups for nearly 72 hours. First time in a long time I’ve had this annoying malady of a spasmodic esophagus reflex, and I feared it was a symptomatic harbinger of worse but sound medical advice and medication eventually chased it and the fears away. I did try looking in mirrors several times since I was told you needed to scare yourself as an effective home remedy but while a face of misery stared balefully back at me, that did not seem to work.
For some perhaps understandable reasons all my senses and cognitive faculties do seem a tad more alert but I do declare that my eyesight has seen a mark improvement in focus and acuity. No joke. I even watch a bit of tv now without glasses.
Wearing neck catheter bandages continues to be challenging and awkward. I can hardly wait to be rid of this device in my neck and not just to be replaced by a fistula in my arm, but to get out of having to have regular multi-weekly dialysis sessions. I am determined to improve on whatever minimal kidney function I have, and then improve further on that through diet and medication. I believe.
I have also experienced erectile dysfunction and I know that is one of those things that we “manly men” are not supposed to talk about. We’re silly but for sure I cannot seek to resort to Viagra or Cialis or Mr. Man’s Palo de Hombre. I am going to ensure my “manhood” and virility through a return to good health and righteousness.
Who bex, bex. Who please, please. Peace you all, and my eternal thanks.
Anyone wishing to make contributions, my account # is 695-01-1-69440, Belize Bank. I accept and appreciate all contributions and not just because the monetary value is necessary, but because the tangible expression of support and caring is an invaluable source of solace and support.
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