I had a pretty good day the morning started off hard I couldn’t get my pain down but finally did around 2pm and got up and cleaned a bit! 

So it was a successful day, I even ate a good dinner and showered! Pretty good if ya ask me. 

But, on another note I have a funny/sad story so if you aren’t in the mood for a humorous but semi sad story then I would direct you to the other door just for this one 😉

The other night Greyson asked me what I was gonna ask Santa for this year and jokingly said “Not a kidney” and boom deja vu. I was like oh my goodness, 12 years ago I was In this same spot and my mom was asking me what I was gonna ask Santa for this year because duh, holiday time. 

So I played it off like I had a few ideas and we went on our merry way to see Stonebriar Santa. So we the prince of bel air once said 

“Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and i’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the little girl who asked for a kidney for christmas” 

Or something like that ????

So off we went, Mom, Ash, and I, into the mall and off to hunt down the poor Stonebriar Santa. 

We get there and it is just absolutely beautful, I think it was Narnia(?) that year and so they went all out of course. You had to walk through a closet, lots of snow, the whole shebang. Little 10 year old me trying not to crap my pants and I know that I am going to look this Stonebriar Santa in the eyes and ask him for a kidney for Christmas. So we get up there, I’m sweating cats and dogs, he looks at Ashley and asks what she wants and she probably says something very kind like “oh give my wish to my sister” or something very selfless like that because she was always quite selfless when it came to being the little sister (unless we were getting in trouble). So she says her thing and he looks me in the eyes and asks for my name and what I want for Christmas. What do I say? I look this poor Stonebriar Santa in the eyes and I ask this man for a kidney. He laughs and says “ho ho ho, kidney beans?” and my mom, who probably at this moment has already internally screamed looks at him and shakes her head and I say “No, a real kidney”. At this point Stonebriar Santa is either very scared or about to call CPS because I am a 10 year old little child asking for a kidney. So then my mother with tears down her eyes and my 8 year old sister who probably should’ve been in 9th grade at this time try to assure the poor Stonebriar Santa that I am not mental and that I really do need a kidney in the most normal way possible as I just sit there smiling with not a care in the world that I just asked Stonebriar Santa for an organ for Christmas. So we finish that and we get our pictures and candy canes and Stonebriar Santa tells me he will not be delivering me a kidney to my house because of the temperature it has to stay at but that he would pray and God would bring me one. Well Stonebriar Santa, I got my

kidney if you’re out there reading this, hello, sorry for the trauma. But it just shows you that a child’s mind doesn’t care what’s going on, half the time has absolutely no idea what they’re saying. I was a 10 year old little random girl going to see Stonebriar Santa in our cutest gymboree matching outfits to ask him for an organ. 12 years later. Twelve Years. My amazing gift from no, not Stonebriar Santa but a much more selfless, caring, and just straight up genuine person decided she would try to give this weirdo child an organ made the next 12 years of my life carefree. Of course I had my ups and downs and many times was just so unbelievably angry that me, fine little wild, atheltic, and healthy child had to go through what I went through but the last 12 years I have learned so much about the medical world, my body, gotten so much closer to the Lord, and so much more. So yeah, I will be asking for a kidney again this year and we have no idea when it will be, how it will be, or why. But God does. God knows. It’s gonna be a HECK of a ride, but I have all my gear and friendly people to travel with along the way. 

So hopefully this very long story let’s you know, yes I am scared of what’s to come, yes it is sad that I have to ask for yet another kidney and go through this again but God wouldn’t ever let me do it on my own and for that I am forever grateful and put all my trust in him and so should you, always ??

Goodnight everyone, go ask Stonebriar Santa for the wildest thing this year.