Dialysis Patience

By T. Renee

This story depicts the love of two soul mates and the miracle of life that was given: a kidney. She knows a higher power allows unbelievable things to happen. Their lives together survive the good times and slow times of prosperity, to the diagnosis of kidney failure. From the blue days of his dialysis treatments to the day after surgery, their lives are a true inspiration to those who love Dialysis Patience and hope for a donor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 18, 2005
• ISBN: 9781463485658

T. Renee

I’ve always been a person who was conscious of taking care of my body, so when I awoke that morning in 1996 I knew organ donation was the purpose of my life, to save my husband, my true soul mate.  Many years after the transplant we are enjoying life to the fullest.  , Florida, We live in the Tampabay area, go fishing and enjoying the beaches.  s.   Also, enjoy my first book, So You Want to be a…Landlord?

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DIALYSIS

PATIENCE

By T. Renee

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© 2005 T. Renee. All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 08/22/05

ISBN: 1-4208-3783-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-8565-8 (ebk)

Printed in the United States of America

Bloomington, Indiana

Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER ONE

MACKIN' NERVE

CHAPTER THREE

NEW BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER FOUR

SURVIVING

CHAPTER FIVE

HEALTH CHECK

CHAPTER SIX

DOWNTIME

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANOTHER SCARE

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE BOMBSHELL

CHAPTER NINE

HOME ALONE

CHAPTER TEN

DIALYSIS PATIENCE

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HE'S NOT ALONE

CHAPTER TWELVE

A REVELATION

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE MIRACLE

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

PREPARATION DAY

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SURGERY DAY

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DAY ONE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DAY TWO THROUGH SIX

About the Author

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Giving honor to God who is the head of my life. I proceed, thanking the angels on high for giving me the inspiration to write this book. To my husband James Harris, Sr., daughters Trenell and Jenese and stepson, James Jr. My mother, Alrita Edwards, my father, Marvin Edwards and step mom Carol. Blessings to my family in Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Missouri, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Life here on earth is a learning experience for what is in store for the beyond. Peace on earth, goodwill toward men and women, is the key to blessings and success. Whatever problems or difficult situations we encounter, the Almighty is bigger than all of it. Pray without ceasing and you will prevail. To my special earth angels Deborah, Letha, Felecia, Aunt Jackie, and Tanya for being my family support blessing. A special acknowledgement goes to Great Faith Ministries, Bishop Wayne T. Jackson and Pastor Beverly Jackson. Keep blessing Detroit! A special mention to Wings of Truth Highland Park, Mi. where my prosperous blessings' began.

INTRODUCTION

Hi, I'm T. Renee. While looking at my picture do I look normal and whole to you? Or should I use the word Complete? God has a way of enabling us to do the impossible and overcome some of our most powerful fears. In my life, he did both. This book is dedicated to all of the Organ Donors throughout the world, as we have a Special Favor with God, giving of ourselves unselfishly. The gift I gave was a Kidney.

In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I Thank you Lord for enabling me to be a vessel of your Love…

San Antonio, Texas 1999

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CHAPTER ONE

MACKIN' NERVE

And this is how it all started….

October 1974

I'm going to work again today not knowing if there will be overtime. It's a good thing I was able to find a babysitter for Marie, my two year old. I became pregnant at the age of sixteen and thought it could work. This relationship was the pits and I refuse to stay in it. This was the last time I would come to work with a black eye done by, let's call him 'asshole'.

I covered my eye as best that I could with make up but it still showed. The Telephone Company was good employment and I was lucky to get hired at the age of eighteen. I worked afternoons and didn't like those hours but it was a living. I had saved up enough money to get an apartment. He didn't even help pay any bills. Leave the bum, my coworkers would say. You are too young for this shit. My reply was I will and I would in my own time.

One of them shot back, Your time might be too late! I know they meant well and had more experience than I when it came to being stupid in love.

Another coworker would tell me that she was in a relationship like mine and it wasn't a pleasant ending. I started to get an attitude about the whole conversation. I pulled the cords out on my switchboard like whips, disconnecting the call and answering the lights that lit up each call. Jam! Plugging into the hole. Operator, I would say, with no response from the customer on the other end. Operator. A moment of silence and then I heard a voice. That voice. He was making an emergency call. May I have your name, I asked? Jim he replied. I seemed to be instantly in another world and not with Barry White. The monotone was the same but not quite as deep. Damn. This aura was better than that.

Anyway, I put him on hold while I interrupted the person he was calling. I should have known, some woman! After connecting the two, I kept my eyes on the board where he lit up. When she hung up, I went back on the line. Are you done?

I asked so innocently, I could have won an Academy award. Yes and who is this, he said in that sweet voice. This is the Operator. I started a conversation like I had known this guy for days, even months. He asked where I was and I asked likewise. He was right down the street from the office where I worked. I was what the kids now call mackin, another term for flirting. The lights on my board were lit up all over and I was arranging a date! Screw those lights! My coworker sitting next to me was looking at me like I was crazy, then she looked at the board, wondering what I was doing. At that moment, something wanted me to keep talking to this stranger. No, the Devil didn't make me do it. How about lunch, I asked? Sure was his reply. Friday at 5:30? Sounds good to me, I said, probably too quickly. I was smiling as though he was sitting right there in front of me. My supervisor could have been monitoring my board as they do sometimes to make sure we are offering quality service but I didn't care. I could be fired if she was listening. I'll know before the day is over.

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