Ardal
At the clinic the next day, Erbao is playing cheerfully with Leah during his dialysis session.
I nursed my wounds with Kadeem the day before. Nothing a little Skinny Pop and a White Claw before bed didn't fix.
My mind ticks away as Peggy explains the mechanics of home dialysis and what I have to do. Thankfully, a nurse will come in to help me initially.
“We’ve got him scheduled for the catheter placement next week,” she says, handing me a card, and then providing me with the instructions on when to arrive, and to expect a call from the anesthesiologist's team a couple days before.
My head is still spinning with all the information when Jack pokes his head through the door.
“Can I grab you,” he asks. His face is solemn and it gives me nervous butterflies.
I blow Erbao a
