IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE

Sitting opposite the consultant, I let what he’d just said sink in.

Words span around in my mind.

‘Kidney failure?’ I repeated.

He nodded gravely.

‘But I feel so well,’ I said.

It was 2013, I was only 33 and had never felt unwell.

Only a bit of blood in my urine had sent me to the doctors a few days earlier.

What followed was a fast track to see renal experts and to have scans and tests.

And now I had a diagnosis, my kidneys were failing.

‘What will happen?’ I asked.

The consultant explained that at the moment my kidneys were working enough to keep me going.

But in time he said