It hit 23 degrees today in London…aka flipping boiling for the UK. The sunglasses came out, as well as the suncream. Ice cream vans music played and it truly felt like summer. My mum and I took advantage of this lovely weather as living in the UK you never know when the glorious weather will go into hiding and winter will be upon us once again, by visiting Kew Gardens.
For university I have to create a poster advertising Kew Gardens so the main focus of the trip was to get inspiration for my design. However, I’m also taking a photography class this semester so it was a great location to practice my photography. Even though this trip was primarily for university, it turned into a lovely mother, daughter day. We had a lovely lunch, sitting back and enjoying the sun. We of course stopped off in Starbucks and picked up some refreshing drinks to combat the heat and just had a lovely bonding session.
Please bare in mind I’m still learning the basics of photography and I have a long way to go.
Out of over 100 photos taken those are my three favourites. I just love doing depth of field photos.
While having a nice stroll and not following the map we came across this bear that had been carved out of an old tree stump and I think I’m going to be basing my poster off this as it’s so unique.
WARNING! Today wasn’t the day for skinny jeans but nevertheless I really liked the outfit I chose, it had a very summery vibe. I chose my really comfy shoes, my Ugg Treadlites as I knew today was a day of walking and of course a pair of sunglasses.
I did bring a leather jacket as we headed out of the house at around 9:30 in the morning but I took it off as soon as we got to the gardens and didn’t wear it once after.
Today was so much fun and the weather was just fantastic. If you enjoyed this type of blog post let me know by liking and commenting so I know whether to do similar in the future. I would also love your opinion on whether you would want me to include more of my graphic design and photography projects on my blog? Let’s chat in the comments.
If you are based in the UK, I hope you had a lovely weekend enjoying the sunshine and making the most of it.
Welcome Back!!! A while ago now, but something that has resinated with me since is that you shouldn’t look back on your life with any regrets. I truly believe that you should be able to look back on your life and say “I can’t believe I did that” rather than “I wish I had done that”. That “something” may be sh!t scary and way out of your comfort zone but all you have to do is take that first step. The reason I’m saying all this is because recently during another plain and simple day at uni, our class had to sit through a “jobs & CV” seminar. I have a great internship at the moment and knew this class wasn’t going to be super helpful to me but I was feeling super motivated that day so I thought I might as well take the most out of it that I can. That’s when my point of view on life shifted. Now that may be a massive statement to say but since that day, I have never been so motivated to work hard to achieve what I want. That lecturer simply said….
“All you have to do is take that first step”
Of course she was talking about reaching out to companies and businesses yourself rather than just relying on the internet and job search websites but for me, it hit a completely different part of my heart.
If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I’m a HUGE Disney fan. My first trip to Disneyland Paris was when I was three months old, my first trip to Walt Disney World was in 2000, when I was three. Since then I have been to WDW 13 times and Paris around eight. I’ve pretty much been to one or the other at least once a year since I was born. I’m forever grateful for my parents for giving me a Disney filled childhood and for allowing my Disney heart to grow and grow. But something my parents never knew would become of this was wanting to work for The Mouse himself and not just visit him on holiday.
Since about the age of ten when on one of my many trips to the most magical place on earth I saw an english girl working at Disney. I wondered how? why? So many thoughts were going through my mind but the main thought was “a girl from where I’m from is here working. That’s going to me someday.”
Of course I was only around ten years old at the time so I didn’t think much about it but over the years since, I’ve been researching and learning all about the Disney College Program or the Disney International Program for students outside of the USA ever since. A chance for students who are studying at university level to have the summer of their lives. From June to August they have the chance to work for The Mouse, earning, learning and playing all at the same time. This is my dream!!!! To be able to work for The Mouse, to thrive, learn and grow in my happy place, to go to a place where the sun is always shining. The Disney International Program is a chance for my dream to become a reality. And that lecturer resparked that idea and love I always had simmering in my blood to come to the surface.
This is the first year I am able to apply for this once in a lifetime opportunity but around two years ago I had a massive passion for it and was researching it day in, day out. Two things made me feel like this dream of mine wasn’t possible and never would be, something so out of my reach there wasn’t even any point trying; a controlling and manipulative ex-boyfriend and my chronic illness. Since then, a new man, a supportive, caring, amazing man has stepped into my life and my dad gave me one of his kidneys so I could live a better life. So with the combination of an amazing man who only wants the best for me, a working kidney allowing me to live a normal life and a lecturer who I don’t even think she knows how much she has impacted me life, this summer I’m applying for the Disney International Program for the summer of 2018.
I’m going to achieve my dreams. I’m taking that first step in making my dreams possible. I’m going to work in my happy place, I’m going to say I worked at Disney when I’m 80 years old in my rocking chair, flipping through the scrapbook with my grand kids because bet you not, they will be just as obsessed with Disney as I am. I’m not going to let life pass me by and I will not be sitting in that rocking chair regretting not having taken that first step and applied.
I know how incredibly hard it is to apply and even get accepted onto the program because I’m not the only one out there who also wants this dream as much as me. Thousands apply, only hundreds get accepted. But I’m going to take that first step and apply because you never know what might happen because I was brave enough to step out of my comfort zone and follow my dreams.
I ask you, are you doing things to make your dreams become a reality? Are you already chasing your dreams? Never have an regrets in life!
Abi over at abisays.co.uk…ages ago, asked me to write a blog post about my dream job. Working at Disney, even if it is only for three months is my dream job. A lot of people believe the Disney College Program is only stepping stones in working full-time at Disney as people extend their programs so you never know where things in life can take you. All I know that is my dream job is to work for The Mouse and be a cast member who makes magical moments for guests, just like a whole load of cast memories have created magical moments for me and my family in the past.
This is my dream and I’m not going to let anybody stop me from achieving them!
(Writing this with “Beautiful Birds” by Passenger in the background)
Today marks one whole year spent with you. One whole year of laughter and adventures, of making inside jokes and creating memories to last a lifetime. One whole year of having not only my boyfriend but my best friend and soulmate by my side. From our first date at The Grocers, to our unforgettable trip to Walt Disney World, to now. We’ve both been through a lot together this past year. We’ve both had knock backs from others, but we’ve always had each other to help pick ourselves up again. It sounds cliche but meeting you was one of the best things to ever happen to me. You helped me be comfortable in myself again, past relationships had shut the real me away and I never thought the old me was going to be able to be seen again, but you made me feel comfortable in who I am, fangirling included. You made me see that it was okay to cry because you were always there to wipe my tears away. You taught that people may judge you but as long as your happy that’s all that matters. I’ll now run down the street, or skip as you like to do sometimes, holding your hand and we’ll be in our own little bubble, people will look at us and some may think we’re weird but others will genuinely smile at our expressed happiness being in each other’s company. I’ll always remember the time when we were walking through Hyde Park, crossing over each other legs as we walked, in hysterics for some reason or another and an older man walked past and laughed with us. You have brought so many happy memories to me this past year and I can’t ever thank you enough for all you have taught and given me.
I believe that things happen for a reason sometimes. I’ve lost friendships this past year that I was expecting to have for a lifetime but looking back now, those friendships weren’t bringing me half an much happiness as you bring me in one day. You’ll be snoozing away in bed, you’re not a morning person and I’m an early riser so it happens most mornings, but I look over at you and just smile because of your presence.
I don’t think you realise how much you actually mean to me. We met 3 months after the biggest thing to happen in my life, my kidney transplant, yet that didn’t phase at all. It was actually our opening conversation. You weren’t frighten or put off that I had something wrong with me and that I wasn’t perfect, but were actually interested in it and have been by my side through this past year of recovery when anything could of happened. You have been to countless hospital appointments that are so dull and boring but never once have you complained. You’ve stuck by my side through it all. You have been my rock, not just health reasons but with university as well. BOY I got stressed with my uni deadline but you were always next to me or a simple phone call away to relieve my life of a few minutes of stress. You are my own little personal cheerleader in every aspect of my life.
I may only be 19 but I sure know what I want to achieve in my lifetime. For starters, I want a Jaguar XF, I also want to be my own boss and have my own graphic design company, I would love for this blog to take me somewhere. However, I don’t want any of these things to happen unless you are there to enjoy and experience it all with me. You may only be 21 and I might only be 19 but I’ve never been so sure on my feelings before. The day I met you, I knew deep down it was you I had been waiting for. So here’s to another amazing year and many more to come.
I love you to the moon and back and will always be by your side even if we are miles apart because at the end of the day, as soon as I saw you I knew an adventure was going to happen.
Welcome Back!!! This tea talk is going to be as real as a teal talk is ever going to get, except I’m drinking squash rather than tea but squash talk doesn’t sound half as good as tea talk does. I have so much to ramble on about in this blog post because it feels like I haven’t spoken to you guys in ages, I think it’s been less than a week but it feels like forever. So let’s start with the thing you guys clicked on this blog post for…to see what makeup products I picked up today.
I went to the highstreet to buy paint for one of my university projects and apparently the art shop we’ve had in our boring highstreet since we’ve lived here, 10 years, has decided to disappear when I actually need it…typical. But on the bright side, our Superdrug is still open for business and I was running low of a few of my holy grails so I had to pick up some spares. Luckily, both the products I needed were Maybelline and they were having a buy 1 get one half price offer on all their cosmetics so that was a nice surprise as I’m BROKE at the minute.
Maybelline Lash Sensational Luscious Oil Blend Mascara – I received the Maybelline Falsies for Christmas so I opened it the other day so I could save my holy grail, Maybelline Sensational, and save some money by using a mascara I already own, but OMG, I’m sorry to bad mouth Maybelline because they are my favourite drugstore brand but the Falsies is s*** compared to the Lash Sensational. It doesn’t give my lashes any volume, and it barely looks like I’ve put any mascara on at all. So I’m super happy I now have a back up of my all time favourite so I don’t have to go through the torture of using the Falsies mascara again.
Maybelline Fit Me Concealer – Another holy grail product of mine. It has amazing coverage, it’s lightweight, it doesn’t crease and the staying power is awesome. Love this concealer.
So there’s my very very mini makeup haul for you guys. I didn’t see the point in doing a whole blog post just for two items so they ended up in a tea talks post. Now onto the next rambley section of this blog post, talking about my obsession with UGGS. I was lucky enough to receive another gorgeous pair of UGGS this year for Christmas, the grey minis (What I Got For Christmas). However, my mum got them on Black Friday to save some cash…I don’t blame her and because my size, a size 7, had all sold out, she purposely got an 8 so at least I had them to open on Christmas. We returned them early in the new year to get my actual size and when they were returned to us, they were the exact size we had originally, an 8. We called up, they apologised for the error, we sent them back again, only to have to wait about another week and a half for them to return to us…again. They finally, in the right size, got to us earlier this week.
I’m a little obsessed with them to say the least. Today was the first day I’d worn them out as I waterproof sprayed them yesterday and had to wait for them to dry completely before venturing out in them. But they are beautiful and I love them so much. I actually have four other pair of UGGS, excluding my UGG trainers. I seriously have an obsession and as soon as I put my new ones with my outfit today, I had the wanting for the Chestnut minis because then I would have the complete set of minis. I’m so obsessed it’s unreal. They are just so comfy, they go with any outfit I put on and they’re just awesome shoes.
And finally, if you’ve got this far and actually read this blog post I congratulate you because it’s just been so random. I know I have been off my blogging game at the minute and I’m trying my best to stick to my blogging schedule, Monday, Friday and Sundays but my first ever university submission date is steadily getting nearer and I have SO much work to do for it so when I’m off university, I’m working and in the evening once I’m home from uni, I’m working. I usually work until 9pm and after that I just want to chill out before I go to bed ready for another hectic day full of uni work. So I’m sorry for the lack of blog posts but my submission date is the end of this month, beginning of next so by February I should be back to my usual routine of dedicating Fridays to sorting out my blog.
Thank you for baring with me and please stay baring with me until February. You can keep up to date with my whereabouts on Twitter and Instagram, as I’m still on them constantly. I hope you understand and I will still try and get blog posts out for you guys every now and then, just my schedule isn’t really happening at the moment and I’m sorry.
Welcome Back!!! This past weekend was Tom’s, my incredible boyfriend’s, 21st birthday and I treated him to the ultimate weekend in London. It felt like a little holiday so it feels strange to be back home even though we were only away for one night. It was such an incredible weekend full of laughter, drinks and food and it’s time like these that I realise how truly lucky I am.
We started the weekend by getting the train into London, which doesn’t seem too bad but when you both have really heavy overnight bags, it felt so much worse than normal. At least we didn’t go in rush hour otherwise I would have not been able to cope. Anyway, we got the train all the way to South Kensington, where our hotel was situated for the night. We stayed in the Rembrandt and it was amazing, I recommend it if you are thinking of staying in London.
We got there for 12pm (midday) as that was our check-in time. However, because I had requested a particular room it wasn’t quite ready when we turned up which was fair enough so we look a seat in the lounge while we waited and grabbed a drink from the bar. However, it was getting close to 1pm, an hour after we had checked in, so I went to enquire as we had a lunch reservation at 2pm and we needed to get ready. The room I had requested still wasn’t ready so they offered us another room and gave us an upgrade to a “King Executive Room” as a sorry for making us wait, which was so nice of them as we weren’t annoyed about waiting but more of the fact we had dinner in an hour and we needed to make ourselves look presentable.
We then headed to our room, which was really nice and the bed was huge, it was a king, hence the name of the room. We quickly changed into our evening attire…I don’t think I’ve ever done my makeup so quickly and headed to our lunch/dinner reservation. My dad is the Executive Head Chef at Langan’s Brasserie in Green Park so months prior I got my dad to book us a table for Tom’s birthday weekend I was planning. Of course, because it was my dads restaurant, the food was incredible and he even organised Tom to get a little birthday dessert which I had no idea about which was lovely and a great surprise. Tom felt very special.
After all the food we were so stuffed but our evening was just getting started. As I’ve said countless times on my blog now, Tom is an aspiring actor and his favourite musical is Jersey Boys and when I heard it was closing in March I knew I had to get him tickets to see it again. However, I was sneaky. Tom once mentioned that he believes the best seats for musicals are in the Stalls, row D, seats 13/14 because you are close enough to feel part of the show, far enough away you aren’t cranking your neck and exactly in the middle, so of course those were the seats I got…well, close to, I got 12/13 because the others were sold already. But one seat out, I was very impressed with myself.
I had never seen Jersey Boys before and I now understand why Tom loves it so much. It is incredible and I can’t believe I’ve only just seen it because I don’t think I’ll have another chance to see it again before it closes which is such a shame. But Tom was correct with the seats, they were amazing and exactly how he said they would be. We were right there in the show but far enough away to appreciate everything and exactly in the middle. I can now appricate why those tickets were so expensive but it was worth it.
It was only around 10pm when the show had ended so the night was still young and Tom wanted to be awake for when the clock turned midnight as his birthday was the Sunday. It was completely up to him what we did as he was his birthday celebration and he opted for a drink in the hotel bar, which was fine by me, so that’s what we did.
Our original plan was to head to our favourite cocktail bar after the show but going back to the hotel and chilling in the bar, where you could actually hear each other talk and have a nice conversation and just chill on big comfy sofas ended up being so much nicer.
The clock turned 12 and it was officially Tom’s birthday and seeing as Tom is now 21 and getting old, we headed up to our room to get some sleep. However, the fun wasn’t over yet. The offer I got for the hotel came with spa access and a full english breakfast. So on Saturday night we decided to arrange for our breakfast to come to the room so we could just chill in our pjs on the Sunday and Tom could open some cards and presents.
Room service arrived and it was amazing. Sausages, bacon, eggs, croissants, toast, pots of tea and those cute little sachets of Nutella. And once our food had settled, it was time to relax in the “spa”. I say “spa” because we didn’t get any treatments so it was basically just a hot tub and swimming pool and the pool had swimming lessons taking place so we just decided to chill in the hot tub for about half an hour before it was time to check out of the room.
This past weekend was incredible and I can’t believe it was only in London, it truly felt like we had gone abroad. Tom and I have only been going out 11 months, and although it feels like a lifetime…in a good way, we are still getting to know each other on so many different levels, so it was lovely to spend some proper quality time together after our hectic Christmas schedules with work and uni.
I will cherish the memories created this past weekend forever, as although it really hurt my bank balance, it was 100% worth every penny get to spend that time with someone I love and care about so much and allowed him to feel special and celebrate his birthday in such a wonderful way. He said it was the best birthday he’s ever had and I’m so happy I was able to make that happen for him. But seriously…21!!! Tom is OLD! Haha!
Thank you so much for reading and supporting my blog, I’ve been getting so much love in the way of likes, comments and follows recently that it’s making me so happy. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my content and I hope you enjoy what’s to come.
until next time,
P.S. I start uni again tomorrow so my schedule will be back to normal, Mondays, Fridays and Sundays so make sure to follow me on Twitter and Instagram to stay up to date as that’s where I say if I’m not able to post some days and other blogging updates.
Welcome Back!!! This past weekend was super festive and a perfect way to kick of December for me. My old town was hosting a mini Christmas event so I met up with my two favourite work colleagues to have a wander round. However, we ended up in Prezzo because the event was rubbish and when I say rubbish, I mean s***. I’ll just say that they made it sound so much bigger and better than it actually was. However, there were real life reindeers that we couldn’t help but have a selfie with them.
Although the actual event was very disappointing, the evening was still really fun with a nice catch up over Spaghetti Carbonara at Prezzo.
On Saturday though, the real festivities started as myself, my dad, my sister and her boyfriend went to our local Christmas tree farm to pick out our perfect tree. When we get a real tree, this alternates every other year, we always go down to the local Christmas tree farm on the first Saturday of December. This year it happened to be on the 3rd so we have our tree up earlier than most years but it makes me so happy because as I write this blog post, this is my current view….
It didn’t take us long to find our perfect tree so it was time to pay for it in a beautifully decorated “shed” and with great difficulty, which doesn’t get easier with every passing year, get our tree into the car to take home.
When we got home it was of course time to decorate our new addition to our home. However, uni is so full on and for some reason this past weekend in particular was hectic and work never seemed to stop. So for that reason, my dad sorted out the tree and put the lights on and when the tinsel and decorations needed to be put on, I stopped my work and helped. It was a lovely break from researching what different colours meant in different countries and cultures…it’s hard than it seems.
I think this is one pretty perfect tree for being real, look how symmetrical it is.
What I love most about my family’s tree is there is never a theme, there never has been and there never will be. All our decorations are memories, either from holidays we’ve been on or different key moments in our lives. Our christmas tree is always personal and unique and I think it’s perfect.
Opening the first door on your advent calendar, seeing your first Christmas advent on TV and turning up the radio when you hear the first Christmas song of the year are all momentous moments in the run up to Christmas, but there’s something special about putting up your Christmas tree and turning on the lights on the first time that is so christmassy and special which for me truly means Christmas is here.
Have you got your Christmas tree up yet? What festive things have you done so far in December? Let’s chat in the comments.
[tea talk – a new segment on my blog where I ramble about the goings on in my life while sometimes drinking my favourite drink…tea]
WARNING:This post isn’t my usual upbeat one.
Welcome Back!!! I knew this was going to happen but didn’t realise how quickly…yes, that’s right, I’m not drinking tea, I’m drinking water but at least I’m drinking something and to be honest tea is mainly water so I’m cheating too much. And as I now go to pick up cup and take a sip I realise there isn’t actually any water left…okay so now I’m cheating.
This is me….
Now I know I just bombard you with a dozen+ selfies and pictures but don’t worry I know exactly where I’m going with this blog post…I think, kind of, umm well not really. These pictures just show a glimpse into my life and some of my best memories but sometimes pictures don’t capture everything. I’m saying this because out of my 19 years on this wonderful earth, I’ve spent 12 of them years living with an invisible illness. No, I’m not talking about a mental illness, although those illnesses are horrible as well, to be honest all illness, invisible or not are cruel, but I’ve personally been living with Chronic Kidney Disease.
October last year, my dad donated his kidney so I could live a better life and since that day, my life has never been better. However, if he hadn’t of been so selfless, my life could be so very different.
Let me know if I’m wrong but I bet about 90% of the people reading this blog post won’t have a clue what Chronic Kidney Disease is…and from now on I’m calling it CKD because the full name is too long to write. Now I had to look this up so I didn’t write it the long winded way round and confuse everyone but basically CKD is a condition characterized by a gradual loss of kidney function over time and if untreated could lead to death. And because it’s kidney related, it’s invisible to everyone unless you personally know me and I pluck up the courage to tell you…which I’m doing in this special #teatalk episode today. I’m not writing this blog post for sympathy, I’m doing it for awareness. All awareness for this illness is vital as in April last year 3,000 transplants took place but a further 5,000 were needed. I’d say the one plus side to CKD, and any kidney related illness, is the fact you can have living donations, meaning people who are alive, like my dad, can donate. Why? You ask….
Everyone has 2 kidneys but we can all survive with just one. Meaning everyone could donate a kidney and save thousands of lives. 300 people in need of a kidney die each year. That’s almost one a day! Now to me that’s crazy stats for something that is avoidable.
However, CKD is actually a lot more common than one may think. 1 in 10 people suffer with CKD in their lives. But, 1 in 50 young adults, that’s me, suffer with it. For a young adult, like myself, having CKD is not that common. I’m one of the lucky ones that was able to get a kidney from my dad, meaning I didn’t have to go on the donor waiting list or even have dialysis pre-transplant. What’s dialysis you ask?
Dialysis is, in simple terms, a machine that does what your kidneys are supposed to do but can’t. The machine filters your blood so it’s clear from toxins. Usually dialysis happens 3 times a week in hospital and it takes over your life.
I’m so grateful that my dad stepped up to donate his kidney because otherwise I’m not sure where I would be today. When I went for my transplant last October (2015) my kidney function was down to 5%. I was suffering from mostly all of the side effects, tiredness, and that’s not your “I’m so tired” when in fact it’s your own fault because you only got 3 hours of sleep because you stayed up watching Netflix, I was so tired I would sleep 12 hours at night and basically sleep all day, I was probably only awake for roughly 2-4 hours a day, I had no taste when eating, I suffered from itchy skin, major cramps and a lot more. My life wasn’t great. Now I could bore you with the history of how I came to get CKD but I don’t want this blog post to be hours long so I’ll make it short.
The town I used to live in diagnosed me wrong. When I was 3 my mum kept taking me to the GP with urine infections and the doctor kept giving me antibiotics and then sending me away, only for me to come back with another infection. The doctors didn’t pick up the reoccurring issue and only when we moved town and I got another urine infection, my mum taking me to the GP once again, did they realise that having this many infections wasn’t normal so they referred me to a specialistic. Eventually, I ended up in the care of the amazing team at Great Ormond Street Hospital until I was 18 (last June) so I moved hospitals and the hospital that I’m currently being treated at, was where I underwent my transplant.
At first, doctors said that I wouldn’t need a transplant until I was in my early twenties because although my kidney function was deteriorating, it was steady. However, at the end of 2014, beginning of 2015, my kidney function rapidly started to decrease, which is common in end stage kidney failure. That’s when both of my parents started undergoing tests to see if they were compatible. Luckily, my dad was.
So after months of tests and multiple transplant dates being set and moved and cancelled, the day of my transplant came. To be honest, I was more nervous for my dad on the day. This transplant was something I had to undergo for my own health. My dad on the other hand was going through this major operation out of pure love and selflessness. He is truly a remarkable man.
This picture was taken a few days after my transplant and after my side effects of the pain relief wore off, it was incredible how much of a difference I was feeling in myself already. Of course the pain was still there and I was still super tired because my body was busy healing but overall, I felt good and that’s something I hadn’t felt in a long time, without realising it. Some transplanted kidneys don’t work straight away and some don’t work at all. Luckily for me, my dads worked instantly and both mine and his recovery have been overall smooth. My dad has had some issues but he’s on the mend now and he says he wouldn’t change his decision for the world after seeing how much better I am.
Above is a picture of my dad and I only a month after transplant. People would come to visit me at home after I was discharged, I was out of hospital in 6 days, and say “I thought you would be attached to tubes and machines”. To be honest, I didn’t expect to be home as quickly as I was but I was young and they transplanted me before my kidney function was properly failed so I was able to recover quicker than most patients. My dad was out in 3 days. Unless a serious issue occurs, most donors are out within 5 days and recipients are usually out within 7-10 days.
It’s now been over a year since my transplant happened, which is something I still can’t fathom. This year has whizzed by and thanks to my dad, 2016 and truly been the best year of my life. With his kidney, a healthy, working, amazing kidney, I have been able to do and go on so many adventures with my partner in crime, Tom, who I met shortly after my transplant, in January. I will never have the words to thank him for changing my life and allowing me to become who I am today. But it wasn’t just my dad, my mum, who also put herself forward, but wasn’t able to donate because her kidney function wasn’t as high as the hospital wanted, was there each and everyday during my stay at hospital, helping me through and cheering me up. She took weeks of work to look after my dad and I after we were both home, becoming our rock in a time we needed her support the most. Without either of them, I wouldn’t be where I am today and I will never be able to show how much I love them both.
My dad and I on Christmas Day last year, 2 months post transplant.
You may be thinking now that the worst in over and that a transplant saved me. In some ways it did but Chronic Kidney Disease didn’t get its name for fun. Chronic means an illness persisting over time and constantly reoccurring. *touch wood* but my dads kidney could fail at any moment causing my health to deteairoate and repeat the cycle all over again. However, the second time round to be a lot worse. Anyone who undergoes a transplant will hear the doctors repeatedly tell you that transplantation is a treatment and not a cure. I will never be cured on my illness and I will always suffer from CKD. I’m just in a time of my life where I’m healthy and happy. I know that my dads kidney probably won’t last my lifetime as I’m so young so the chances of me needing a kidney again is high. But I know what my life is like now but also what it could be some time down the line so I’m enjoying every minute and learning to appreciate the little things.
It just goes to show that some people who look normal and healthy from the outside, may be suffering on the inside. I now have a warrior wound (my scar) and it’s a part of who I am. I wanted to write this blog post to increase awareness for not only CKD but all invisible illnesses out there. I was one of the lucky few to have such a smooth and great recovery, others may not be so fortunate. Please take care of one another and remind your loved ones how much they mean to you.
I realise this post wasn’t my usual happy post but I wanted to write it and tell my story to my readers. Just because you may have an illness, it doesn’t have to be become the only thing people know you for. Many people who know me personally, know my struggles and what I’ve been through but Chronic Kidney Disease isn’t the only thing their minds think of when my name is said. Don’t let your illness control who you are. Each and everyone one of us is unique and I’m proud of my scar and what I’ve been through and how strong I am now. I wish I didn’t have to go through what I did at such a young age but I did but it doesn’t define me. It’s part of who am I but it’s not the only thing I am.
Please feel free to leave any questions you may have in the comments. I will be happy to answer any relating to the topic I just discussed with you all. Please remember it is a sensitive topic, not just for me but for others reading so be kind with your words.