One year and a few numbers later….
I used to think food was just food. Something you cooked. Something you cleaned up. Something you didn’t overthink, it was easy. Until it wasn’t. Until kidney numbers became part of our everyday language.Until lab results dictated our moods.Until I started reading labels like they were life or death, because they were. This past year broke something in me. And rebuilt something too. We have walked through fear that sat heavy in our chest.Doctor appointments that stole sleep.Conversations that felt clinical but carried eternal weight. Anger that Bryce had to carry this.Anger that our kids had to see it.Anger that I couldn’t fix it. I have spent hours in prayer.And if I’m honest … I’ve spent hours in anger too. I questioned God. I cried out. I went silent.I whispered desperate prayers over lab reports before opening them.I braced myself for decline every single time. We were told not to…