I am currently deep in the mountains of North Carolina, staying with my Grandmother. (Donna Jean, my father's mom). I love North Carolina, especially the mountains. I find it one of the most relaxing places to be because my surroundings are superb, and the company is even better.

Last night was a bit of a rough night for me because it was my first night staying in the house since my Grandpa passed away. He's an incredible soul and was an amazing person. The house seems quite empty at times, but I am still always thankful for the family that surrounds me. He died almost 5 years ago, with one of the reasons "funky kidneys". He appeared almost pregnant, or with a larger belly later in life, so it is presumed that it was PKD.

Speaking of which...

Dad and I had our regular checkups with the kidney doctor a week or so ago. That started with me getting my blood drawn, which sucked, as it always does. You know, they should really hurry up on this whole 'finding a cure' business, because my fear/hate/loathing of needles hasn't seemed to get any better. It was better than last time however, when I cried at the lab. I didn't really cry because of the needle or blood draw, but more so because of the reason behind the blood draw. (NOTE: I know we're doing our best in the whole 'finding a cure' business. Don't think that I'm belittling the quest)

Anyrate...

Believe it or not, but I still have PKD. Shocker, eh? Part of me wishes I could just go into the appointments for the yearly check-ups and be told that I am PKD free, but I know that isn't possible. Dad, on the other hand, is! And I couldn't be happier for him! He set up an appointment with a dermatologist because he has had these two spots on his nose that continue to scab over, yet never go away. (I think that he's picking at them, but he says that's not the case... you can never tell with him though. Ha Ha.) He also has to get a bone density test which I'm sure won't be too pleasant, but apparently it is procedure to get that test and go to the dermatologist and the one year point.

Yep! The 26th of this month will mark the anniversary of my Dad's second chance at life. The anniversary of the precious gift that Lori gave my Dad, without a second thought. (Or at least a third). We are actually embarking on a road trip in the next few weeks to travel to Kansas and celebrate with Lori. I'm excited for the reunion and the celebration of a shared life.

I haven't heard from anyone in a while. How's the PKD going for everyone else? How's life in general? I could always use a good story or a new/old friend!

Happy Trails!

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