There isn't a day that goes by where I don't wonder what will happen to this foreign kidney living inside me. When will it fail, how long do I have to make the most of the life it has given me before sinking into the circus of possible dialysis? How will I find another kidney for transplant and how will I go through that again at an older age? It sucks to not know how long I have with this gift, like at any second it could be gone. I try not to think about it but it always sneaks into my thoughts.