Fried Kidney

March came in like a sledgehammer and went out like an ambient soundtrack. Having just gotten through my mother passing away, I found out two weeks later that I had a tumor on my right kidney. It was large enough to require a complete removal of the kidney. I had an Irish Doctor on St Patrick's Day perform a Lacroscopic Naphrectomy at Bryn Mawr Hospital. The nurses and staff there were the best. I came home Sunday night with a bottle of Oxycodone to guide me. The first week was a wash and by the second, I had weaned myself off the painkillers. But I still cannot do what I want. The path to recovery is like two steps forward and one step back.