My kidneys are failing, but I won't.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at the age of 5 years old. My life has been both beautiful and challenging navigating a disability that demands perfection from you. A disability which is labelled invisible, stereotyped as a 'food' problem and continues to affect my everyday life.

A few months ago in July 2026, I was diagnosed with end-stage renal disease. In September 2026, I had PD catheter surgery to start dialysis. My kidneys are functioning at a 5% rate. The goal is a kidney transplant, so I am hopeful but I am on dialysis in the interim and there is a long waiting list.

I am blessed in many ways. I have a solid support system. I am grateful and privileged to work with indigenous and disabled communities. I am studying my Masters to better myself and those I serve. I am grateful and advocate for myself constantly.

However, I am facing financial hardships and the reality my body is struggling to keep up. The violent unpredictability of my chronic illnesses means everything could change for myself and my family.

Taking care of yourself and your family has become a privilege and it comes with a cost. I am no stranger to the economy and world we live in. I acknowledge there is always someone who has it harder.

And I deserve to be seen too without shame or feeling like I have failed when both the health system and my circumstances, are out of my control.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story and an extra thank you for donating.