Today is my mom’s 75thbirthday. My kidney transplant has been 31 years and 17 days ago. Unbelievable, right? Right. Today, I am sitting at home watching TV, reading, and doing everything I can to keep myself from thinking negatively about what is happening to my kidney as the disease progresses because the kn taidney is getting tired. Knowing that I have been one patient of so many who have been fortunate to have a transplanted kidney outlast most kidney transplants. 31 years? Yes, 31 years. God has been taking good care of me gin this way. Now, I am walking down a path that needs to be taken with my head held up and a smile on my face. There is no need to fear, be sad, or show tears. I have gotten this far in my life because it is meant to be. I know I suffer from anxiety, panic, and depression I do have to admit that Satan is doing his best at swaying me to curse God and become one of his evil minions – that will not happen today, tomorrow, or in the future. God is to be praised today and every day. I know I struggle with understanding right away how things are going because panic and anxiety take things out of focus. I am grateful for the time I have with this kidney despite its yet slow decline today.