Survival of the Fittest: Who is TRULY Fit to Survive?

**This is a blog that was written in December 2009. It’s relevancy still resonates today.**

DISCLAIMER: These are just my views and opinions. Whether you agree or disagree is your right, and I will respect how you feel. More importantly, I will admire and appreciate your views and opinions on this subject.




Just as the title states, you already know I got the gears turning in my head. I am going to attempt to approach this topic in a philosophical manner.

On December 18, 2009, the homegoing of our old classmate and friend Damon Baylor had me thinking when a young lady took the microphone during the remarks segment of his funeral and she said something that got the gears going in my head:

“Damon didn’t lose his battle with his illness. He won the war, and his reward is no more suffering and no more pain.”

LATER that night, I talked to my close and dear friend, and she talked to me about a trial a friend of hers was going through (she’s in my prayers). I talked to my friend about the funeral and that quote being spoken, and it inspired the titular question (*WINKING @ Bennett: INSIDER!!).

Now, I broke it down by 2 “warring” groups: The Healthy and The Sick.

Let’s examine The Healthy for a quick minute.

From my view (and my views OFTEN tend to catch major heat), The Healthy (as opposed to The Weak) are the physically stronger of the two. They can run faster, pick up heavier things, and do way more than their sick counterparts. They are “the superiors” of the human species. These are the ones we long and desire to be.

We will return to this angle, when we compare them with the next item we are examining: The Sick.

Once again from my view, The Sick are considered “The Inferiors” of the human species by many. We, (myself included) are physically weaker. We cannot run as fast (IF we can run), pick up heavier things (IF we can pick up things in general at all), and we tend to do less because of limitations. This is the situation we all try to avoid at all costs.

I can also apply this thinking to “Transformers.” Autobots fight for and protect the weak. The Decepticons are more for “survival of the fittest: only the strong survive.”

Now, let’s get to the good part.

Which group deserves to live the longest? By comparison, The Healthy (by a supposed popular vote) deserves to live the longest. No flaws, no illness, no diseases. Why should The Sick live? They are the ones with diseases, illness and physical discrepancies!

I’ll tell you why, and it will be marred with controversy, and I can even argue that they are the most deserving to live the longest.

By my logic (remember: it is by MY LOGIC), The Sick have MORE to live for. We have a reason to fight and to be part of The Healthy’s group, albeit that we may or may not be accepted by them as a whole (dependent on the individual). The Sick have something that The Healthy can or cannot begin to understand: an unknown and often unseen inner strength that The Healthy can or cannot begin to fathom unless they are sick themselves!

Perfect example, and I will throw myself under the bus first.

Before I turned 8-years-old, I was a “healthy and normal” child. When I turned 8 and discovered the road on which I was going down medically, I became a “sick” child. I was still trying to understand what was going on, but I knew fully what was going on when I turned 15 and began undergoing dialysis. I realized then what my inner strength was: I discovered my drive, my reason for living. By making this personal discovery, it made me start fighting. It gave me an untapped energy and potential to attempt the almost impossible: To return to being part of The Healthy’s group. I longed to become once again “superior.” But I am very much aware that I MAY NOT get back to the way I used to be, and I accepted this fact. But the key element here is that the fight, my inner strength has not wavered and has not died within me. It is still there and will become and evolve into my legacy: never leaving or dissipating. My legacy will ultimately become a part of those with whom I came in contact over the years during my tenure on this planet.

My best friend’s dad was healthy for a long time. Then his dad had heart bypass surgery. Now, his dad fights hard to live for not only himself, but for his family and friends as well as those he touched during his time here. I am happy to say that he is doing incredibly well!

Our old friend that was put to rest had a war going on inside of his body. He fought for the same reasons I did as well as many other sick people (I can HONESTLY say our reasons are the same). His inner strength and fight did not waver or die with him because it resides in his legacy, his family, his friends, and every single life he touched during his 32-year tenure here on this planet. He fought, and fought DAMN HARD. His spirit did not slow down, or quit while he warred with his illness. In my eyes, he like many other sick people (along with myself), was and is in fact stronger because he fought for what he believed in and fought for what he felt was right for him and his life. When I heard the words spoken in the quotation marks at the beginning of this blog, this is what got me thinking as to who deserves to survive and live the longest.

In this particular argument, The Sick deserves to live the longest, because we as sick people have a little bit more “OOMPH!” to punch the clock and work hard (even put in overtime) to be there for those we have affected during our time here, and we work even harder to make absolutely certain that we leave a permanent impression within those we touched throughout the years.

You may be asking, “What about The Healthy people?” Well, a good number of them have a reason to live and I am not and will not discredit or discount that fact. However, there are a good number of them that are just living, in their words, “with no purpose.” We all have a purpose and a reason to live, some are more aware than others. As far as The Healthy, they do have the drive to live for a reason: the EXACT reasons why The Sick have the drive to live and a reason to live. Yet The Sick fight a little more (or a whole lot) harder to prove themselves to be as strong as The Healthy. The Healthy just need to do a little something called “self realization”: the same philosophy The Sick utilized for so long.



But when we all think about it as a whole, everyone is fit to survive: from the Healthy to the Sick. We are all entitled to live our lives to the fullest: that is our grand design. I am not saying this is “the meaning of Life”, but it could be an amazing start to the enlightenment in that which we are seeking an understanding in regards to what is going on with us all.



~© 2010, © 2017 Andrew Boyd~


It Is Only Your After Life… (updated edition)

*NOTE: this blog has been updated from its October 27, 2010 posting date from the Blogger website*


Good day Ladies and Gentlemen!





I told my parents that a Viking (Norse) Funeral would be great for me. Put me on a beautiful longboat, push me out into the Atlantic Ocean and when my body gets to a decent distance, have an archer shoot a flaming arrow at my body to set me aflame. Also, in order to insure that my body is properly burned, dip my underwear in gasoline. Afterwards, have a BBQ and heavily joke about how I am going to Hell in gasoline draws.




Laughing Stock



We all had a great laugh out of it (the Christian Bale looking like Jesus laughing kind), as they know that although spectacular and somewhat morbid and disturbing, I don’t want to go out that way.


That, and the fact that the Catholic faith frowns upon this idea based on this practice being a Pagan ritual (their frowning WILL NOT stop me from REALLY considering this as a means of going out in this world), along with other facts.






Seeing how my family is burying my Great Great Aunt this Friday (October 27, 2010), I have been doing a lot of thinking pertaining to my Final Arrangements when my time to leave this plain of existence arrives. Life Insurance is a must for me, for with my medical condition, My Life isn’t guaranteed.



I already know that I am trying to live My Life to the fullest, with travelling to see friends and interact with them as much as possible, interacting with Family as I receive pearls of wisdom from the elders, and patiently seeking for a young lady with whom I would love to be in a Relationship. Sadly, seeing how many of my family members are passing on (the majority of them being SINGLE AND BROKE), few had Life Insurance to cover their final expenses. This worries me, because my parents seem to be the ones who not only handle the final arrangements (I am watching, listening and learning so when my time comes to bury my parents, I’ll know what to do), they at times are coming out of their pockets as well as other extended family members to cover those expenses due to the deceased not taking the initiative in handling their business which would have made said final arrangements a bit more easier.



I am looking into at least 3 Life Insurance companies with whom I would like to have my Life Insurance handled. Life Insurance is very vital as well as essential to the amount of coverage with which I need to cover all of my funeral expenses when it is my time. Seeing how my kidney transplant is over a year old, I should receive a pretty decent quote as I compare prices with them, and see with whom I will most benefit.



Ladies and Gentlemen, Life Insurance is very critical and a very important item to possess in our Life. Our Life isn’t guaranteed tomorrow, or today for that matter. Any and every thing can happen, and the one thing that we should be mindful of is making certain that when the bill for out Final Arrangements comes across our respective family’s table, we are able to cover that tab.



If I may be afforded the time to bring up a matter of great concern in regards to this topic, I would like to address the stigma about those who are not considering obtaining life insurance.



I have heard MANY a person make remarks such as “I’m not going to get life insurance because I don’t want someone to profit off of my death!”, “If I get life insurance, I am going to be dead the next day!”, “Life insurance costs too much!”, and “If I get life insurance, I will be worth more dead than I am alive!”



To address being dead the following day that you obtain life insurance…



Simply put, if your time comes after you sign your name on the line and make that first payment, then it is your time. Life variables dictate what happens next when it comes to you.



Despite being worth more on the monetary level on paper and in death, no true monetary value can be placed on all that you contribute and have contributed to your life. To have a thought process of that nature is understandable, yet what good is placing your family in dire financial straits when your time comes?



However, How fair and how selfish is it to think that not having Life Insurance to cover your funeral expenses so your family doesn’t go running around trying to gather money and take out loans because you don’t feel the need to have that insurance coverage for you and them to lighten the load? They will already have a lot on their minds and the last thing they need on their already full plates because of your passing is a huge portion of debt served on top of everything that is transpiring at the time.




Here are a few Life Insurance websites that may interest those that need to look into this topic:


For My More Seasoned and Mature Readers in the Philadelphia area:



Please. Obtain Life Insurance Coverage, if you do not have Coverage already.




~© 2010 Andrew Boyd~

FINALLY! Andrew has arrived to BPC Poetryfest!

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Good Day, Ladies and Gentlemen!


Even though the Summer of 2016 has not officially started, the 2016 Summer of Andrew Boyd took off into the upper stratosphere with the 2016 Black Poetry Cafe (which shall be recognized from this point on by its acronym “BPC”) Poetryfest!


The Rock Finally

After 22 years, Andrew has COME BACK TO ATLANTA!




Philly International

The Philadelphia International Airport‘s TSA was very efficient to where they had plenty of lines opened for a very smooth experience for security checkpointing.

After clearing their screening, I met up with my friend Kelly Ragland who was sitting in a chair, charging and talking on her phone in the corridor that we would walk down around 10:30AM Thursday morning. After I grabbed a breakfast burrito, Kelly and I made our way to our departing concourse and waited roughly 5 minutes before they started boarding call. Boarding wasn’t too bad; rather quick, yet my bag was too big to be considered carry-on. I got a sticker, and was instructed to leave it by the plane entrance. I did so, then found my seat. I was sitting next to a gentleman right at the exit door. Within 10 minutes of getting seated, which was ultimately around or a little after 11AM, we took off and were Atlanta, GA bound!


Airplane Window


You know what I dislike? NOT having a window seat! I love watching the world go by, and flying in the clouds. That, and I REALLY Wanted to record the take off and landing. What’s even worse? When the person you sit with closes the window so you don’t appreciate the view!






Our flight landed in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport 30 minutes early: 1:30PM. Kelly and I made our way to baggage claim with 2 things in mind:

  1. My bag was NOT lost, and

  2. The 5 shot glasses I bought in Philadelphia were not damaged.

I am happy to report that neither fate befell me!




After leaving the airport terminal, Kelly and I waited about 15 minutes for the hotel shuttle to pick us up so we could go to the Holiday Inn Express Atlanta Airport North. It was a very short ride, no more than 7 minutes (counting traffic).

Upon arrival, Kelly and I were greeted by our great and dear friend Lee Lee Ain’t Ms. Behavin’ in the lobby along with other great poets. The CEO of BPC Mr. Mark Goggins arrived shortly after Kelly and me, greeting everyone he met with a smile, hugs, handshakes, and his cool shades.





At 3PM, I checked in and got my room keys (for SOME ODD REASON, hotels ALWAYS dole out 2 keys; I’m cool with that). After dropping off my bag that weighed around 100 pounds (exaggerating, but maybe not; the majority of the weight was in fact my bag of ALL 5 “WORDPLAY” titles, 10 of each copy). After taking that load off of my back, more mingling ensued. Within 30 minutes, the hostesses of “FEVER FRIDAYS” arrived. Monique Wells and Ashley Chambers were unloading their car, and I stepped in to assist. After hugging the ladies, I presented them with Philadelphia shot glasses. They were elated and appreciative of their gift, and I wheeled in their bags and up to their room.


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After assisting Monique and Ashley, I return to the lobby, meet more great poets, and snapped several pictures (all of which AND videos from the entire event can be seen in the Atlanta and the BPC Poetryfest Experience 2016: IT IS a Public Album so those who are not friends on my Facebook page can see the snapshots).





After getting used to our surroundings, which include a KFC, Waffle House, Arby’s, Louisiana Bistreaux (will need to check that out another time), and a liquor store which were located across the street from the hotel, we were in route to Calabar and Grill in Stone Mountain, GA around 7:30PM. Kari “K.C.” Conley, Lee Lee, Kelly, and I were there within 30 minutes. Kelly and I signed up for the first event of the BPC Poetryfest experience: the “Put Yo Money Where Your Mic Is!” spoken word slam challenge, hosted by Monique and Ashley.


20 poets, 3 rounds, 1 poem per round that MUST be within the allotted 4 minute time limit.


The event went without a hitch and the 20 participants went in and went in H-A-R-D. After deliberation of who would go to the Top 7 for Round 2, names were announced.

My name and Kelly’s name were not announced.


If anything, that was my VERY FIRST slam elimination tournament and I was very appreciative of the opportunity to participate.


After the end of Round 2 and deliberation for that round, the final 2 poets were announced.


WELL… not exactly.


There was a tie! One of two young ladies entered the final round by the decision of The People. Our applause led to Kendal S. Turner going into the third round with Alive the Poet to determine the Dopest Poet of the Night.


After Alive and Kendal slammed, the last intermission took place. During that time, I approached Kendal and sat with her to talk about her poem for the last round: it was in regards to her father. I told her about how much I really appreciated hearing her poem, and it reminded me of “A Letter to You”, the poem I wrote about my birth father. After sharing my story with her about how the poem came to pass, we tightly hugged. As I got up to go back to my table, I told Kendal, “I think you got this.” She smiled as I was walking away.


Once the final votes were tallied, the announcement was made. Everyone who participated came on stage and everyone applauded. We were told at that time that this year’s slam challenge was, in ALL 11 years that BPC Poetryfest was around, THIS spoken word challenge was their HARDEST to decide. Then, the winner was announced:




Kendal S. Turner!


Kendal was excited, speechless, and very happy. So happy, she was at a loss for words. Her best friend Telesa Hines spoke on her behalf as Kendal held her head down, humbled by her big win.

Shortly thereafter, we enjoyed the company of those who stayed in attendance after the challenge and were serenaded by the DJ’s music. As the restaurant and bar was closing, I FINALLY met my dear friend Akua Perry and her girlfriend “Bear”. These ladies are very delightful!


Friday morning, there was an event: The BPC/Blessed Angels Homeless Event, located at the Gateway Center, hosted by Felicitee Love and TJ Nicole. Free admission, and donations were greatly appreciated. Sadly, I was still lagged from flying, so I and a few others took it easy Friday. I bought and brought socks as a donation, and will be mailing them out this weekend to the Gateway Center.




Aside from the Homeless Event, sleeping in and resting were on the menu as everyone waited for the time to arrive to go to the second event of the day: The BPC Poetryfest Show at the iLounge for more amazing spoken word poetry, hosted by Felicitee Love and Nelson Trimble. This time, featured poets recited their incredible works as we sat and listened to their prose. K.C. made her feature debut that night, nervousness aside. K.C. delivered powerful performances as we all applauded her as our happiness for her art was apparent.


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Other featured artists included For Real The Poet Douglass, William Washington, Jayne Phlow, Marie Lyriq Grady, Talicha Johnson, Yarima Karima, Preech the Profit, Isna Tianti,  LadyJae Flavaz, Queensmind Ase, Christine Poetically Correct Gretch, Born to Write, and Nikki Malone.


After everyone performed their incredible pieces, we mixed and mingled, enjoying the company of the dozens and dozens for the remainder of the night.

Returning to the Holiday Inn Express was a good call for some sleep.


Yet, that did not happen…


Shortly after returning to the hotel, we had “Lobby Life”: a poetic cipher where those who were awake shared some of their favorite poems with the audience that was present (I LOVE Lobby Life! It was an open forum where we had the greatest of fun with NO time limit or limit to the number of poems you desired to recite).

I personally went up about 3 times, others went once or twice. THEN THERE WAS FOR REAL THE POET DOUGLASS.


Let me say this: Mr. Douglass recited, BY FAR, the F-U-N-N-I-E-S-T poem I heard in life since the Canadian Geese poem and the one poem about queefing (I HEARD SOME STUFF in my day…) titled “Neckbones”, using his alterego “Macaroni”. It was a crowd participation piece where when he asked, “What’s My Name?”, which we responded with “MACARONI!”


My cheeks are STILL hurting from laughing so much!



It was a blast and a half having such a great time bonding with one another that night. I went back to my room around 2AM and was knocked out shortly thereafter.



Waffle House

*YES: I made sure to Google Map OUR Waffle House for Nostalgia*



*NOTE: during BPC Poetryfest, the diet of choice for many of the poets and their guests consisted of Waffle House. We COULD NOT GET ENOUGH OF WAFFLE HOUSE!*




Saturday was a full-on rest and relaxation day. Exploring the city and relaxing at the pool was in order before the final show took place later on that evening. After having some time cooling off in the pool after baking in the sun, everyone got themselves prepared for the final BPC Show of Poetryfest: Dashiki Night.



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Everyone congregated to the room where the final event of Poetryfest was to be had, decked out in a beautiful array of colorful dashikis and African garb.

There were many performers who discussed love, politics, religion, any and all topics as we absorbed and recorded performance after performance. The event was then followed by an Open Mic after the featured poets performed. Many went on the Party Bus for the remainder of the night. I optioned to watch the open mic performances, esp. with me being one of the performers right along with Kelly and Lee Lee.

After the final show, everyone got photo ops with everyone who was still there, mingled, and also prepared themselves to return to their homes on Sunday.



Of course, this is a condensed version because I cannot hot wire my brain to the house computer to show you everything that I saw and experienced. What I CAN do, is speak freely about what BPC Poetryfest means and meant to me.


Poetryfest Banner

I first heard of the Black Poetry Cafe Poetryfest late last year during a “FEVER FRIDAYS” show. I NEVER knew that this event was 11 years strong. I NEVER understood its importance and symbolism to those who have organized and participated in Poetryfest. To Me, the Black Poetry Cafe Poetryfest was a stranger and foreign concept to me.


I can honestly say that, for me, BPC Poetryfest 2016 left me feeling something special: starting with the lead up to the event, during the event, the end of Poetryfest, and beyond. When I learned that it was going to be in Atlanta, GA, I KNEW that I had to be there. As stated earlier, 22 years ago, I was in Atlanta. The reason was I participated in the 1994 U.S. Transplant Games at Emory University (those who do not know, I am a two-time kidney transplant recipient).

Being able to put faces to voices from the “FEVER FRIDAYS” shows and Facebook (outside of profile pictures and albums) is a sentimental honor and privilege for not just myself, but for those who were there for the annual shows. Kelly Ragland described BPC Poetryfest in one epic sentence that I will NEVER forget:


“BPC Poetryfest is the Grammys of Poetry.”


Kelly made me a Believer the instant I started interacting with everyone. BPC Poetryfest DAMN SURE had a Grammys feel and energy since Day One, and it HAS NOT let up. I have met so many incredible ladies and gentlemen from all walks of life and backgrounds. To be in the presence of this and that much talent is beyond words. BPC Poetryfest is, has, and from that day forth will always be a humbling experience for me for a few reasons:


  1. Hearing the poetry that I heard tells me to step up my writing ability and give my all,

  2. Seeing the performances tell me that my delivery MUST be on point for maximum impact,

  3. Feeling the amazingly positive energy that I felt the entire weekend tells me that I should certainly get out more, and

  4. Being around SO MANY amazing, gifted, and talented people tells me how amazing that each and every one of them are to and for me and I hope that the same can be said about myself when it comes to when they think of me.


I am honored to not only have attended the BPC Poetryfest 2016, but to participate and experience it in all of its glory.



I would love to thank the CEO of Black Poetry Cafe Mark Goggins for arranging such an incredible poetry experience, Monique Wells and Ashley Chambers for speaking about Poetryfest on their show that fateful day that caused me to become not only curious, but to actually say “Yes: I want to go!”, Kelly Ragland for going with me so that she too may experience Poetryfest for the first time alongside of me (as well as that one picture at poolside and the pep talk that caused me to tap into “Nova” to deliver “True Character” to its fullest capability on Dashiki Night), Lee Lee Ain’t Ms. Behavin’ for being as excited for me and Kelly for finally experiencing Poetryfest, Kari “K.C.” Conley for all that she has done this weekend, Joe The Verbal Mind Dancer, Sylvia Blalock, Moni the Poet, and Bee Real with their little Prince Xavier for being so wonderful and showing us what Black Love is all about, Akua Perry for embracing my crazy ass, Mr. William “WaWa” Washington for humbling me when we met when he recognized my name, voice, and the poem “Chocolate”, every single poet in attendance and in spirit, everyone with whom I shook hands, hugged, kissed, embraced, laughed with, conversed with, swam with, ate with, and with whom I had the most amazing connections (ALL OF YOU).

To every one of you, there are not enough words to express how you all made me feel. I am misty-eyed, and it takes A WHOLE DAMN LOT to pull that off within my cold heart and make it swell 3 times bigger (no, that’s the Grinch…).


Seriously, all I can say is…

Thank you

Thank you all, SO MUCH, for having me at the 2016 Black Poetry Cafe Poetryfest, and I can guaran-damn-tee that I WILL be there for Myrtle Beach!




A Year of Great Sentimental Value

Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen!

I would like to speak with you all about a topic that has greatly affected not only myself, but those who are with me and are surrounded by me over the years. Had this situation in my life NEVER occurred, I would not bethe person, the man that I am today.



30 Years

This year, specifically the weekend of February 7, marks 30 years since I have been diagnosed with Focal Glomerulosclerosis.



What is Focal Glomerulosclerosis? Allow me to explain:



FSGSFocal segmental glomerulosclerosis (FSGS) is a cause of nephrotic syndrome in children and adolescents, as well as an leading cause of kidney failure in adults. It is also known as “focal glomerular sclerosis” or “focal nodular glomerulosclerosis.” It accounts for about a sixth of the cases of nephrotic syndrome. (Minimal change disease (MCD) is by far the most common cause of nephrotic syndrome in children: MCD and primary FSGS may have a similar cause.)

A lengthy explaination, for sure, but I will tell you all the Common Name of this disease: Chronic  Kidney Failure.


I’ll share with you an excerpt from a note that I wrote on Facebook a few years ago about this very experience:


This story will take us back in time to February 1986 at Apartment D-24 in Ogontz Manor in Philadelphia, PA. It was a Friday night where my brother and I were getting ready to go to bed. I kissed my mom and hugged my dad goodnight. My mom was already in bed, but something told her to look over to my feet. She noticed some swelling around my ankles. She asked, “Andrew, are you feeling alright? What happened to your ankles?” I replied, “I don’t know. I didn’t do anything.” Mom said, “Alright, I’ll check them in the morning.”

Saturday morning rolls around, where we are eating pancakes and sausages. My mom looked at my ankles again. This time, the swelling rose from my ankles, and went up to my calves halfway. My mom started to worry and said, “Get dressed. We are going to the hospital. I want to know what’s going on with your legs.” After getting dressed, dad drove mom, my brother and me to Einstein Hospital, which was up the street from the apartment we lived in. They didn’t know what was going on. They suggested St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children. They didn’t know what was going on, but they suggested going to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, due to them being the best in the city and they can diagnose what was going on with me.

By the time we got to Children’s Hospital and we were seen by the doctors, the swelling in my ankles rose all the way up to my knees. Concern marked my mom’s face like a Sharpie. After blood and urine samples were taken, we were told the results: “Andrew, we have to admit you. You are starting to go through Renal Failure. What you have is called Focal Segmental Glomerulosclerosis, or FSGS. We will be running test and giving you medication to slow down the progression of this illness.”

Focal Segmental Glomerulosclerosis (FSGS) is defined as such: In each kidney, there are filters called Glomerulus. These filters help clean your blood and aide in the disposal of bodily waste. With my illness, these filters got clogged up somehow, and it caused my kidneys not to function at full capacity. At the time I had high blood pressure, so this is one contributing factor to my illness.

I was given two amazing doctors who made sure I got the best treatment possible, Doctor Joseph Sherbotie, and Doctor Irene Restaino. Although I haven’t heard from them since they left for other endeavors (Sherbotie to Salt Lake City, Utah; Restaino to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina), I still consider them my doctors. While my dad was told that I had a “Rich Person’s Illness,” due to this affecting very few people, I didn’t know what was going on the whole time. I was just a kid! I mean, I knew that I wasn’t going to be home for a while, but everything that I was learning was so overwhelming that I couldn’t process any emotions I was feeling at the time.

After 2 weeks, I was released from Children’s Hospital, armed with the knowledge of what I was going through and knowing my life would never be the same.



Illnesses and Disabilities


Not all illnesses are visible, ladies and gentlemen. I can almost guarantee that NOT EVERYONE would know what is/was going on with me or anyone medically had I/we kept my/our mouth(s) shut about this subject, tucking it away in shame and embarrassment. Quite the contrary (for me, personally), I hold and have held my head high, chest puffed out, a heavy stomp with my feet with each step that I take, and I am DAMN PROUD of what I have endured and accomplished.

There have been days where I was ready to quit. There have been days where I cried myself to sleep. There have been days where I asked, WHY ME?!”

Then there are the days where I am happy to be here to tell my stories. There are more days where I can be with my family and friends. There are more days where I can interact with my coworkers. There are even more days where I can engage this world on many levels.


No matter the day, no matter the situation NO MATTER the circumstances, I am Ready and Happy.


Feb 1986

All it took, was two weeks in February 1986: two weeks that have shaped my life as well as the lives of many more forever.





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My 2015 in Review

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Good Day, Ladies and Gentlemen!


New year 2015 wallpaper grunge effect on black.

As 2015 comes to a close, I would like to share my thoughts, views, and opinions about this past year with you all. There were twists, turns, good times, bad times, highs, and lows.



If anything, 2015 has been bittersweet.



Depression2015 started off in a bad way for me. An interview with a major insurance company in the beginning of January (thank you to those who picked up their phones and answered their texts when I needed you at that time in the name of preparing for the interview: I WILL AND WOULD HAVE done the same for you) went south with one question that I could not answer in Spanish. I was VERY confident that my Spanish was on point, despite some rust, but my nervousness got the better of me: my lack of skills in my favorite language tanked me hard. I was feeling sad for years due to trying to get back into the workforce, but that day caused me to be depressed; I self diagnosed myself with Depression.



Depression 1

Before ANYONE can form words to say that I was in a slump and not feeling depressed, live my life during that 5 (9 total: Dialysis AND Kidney Transplant recovery) year stretch of not working. Try looking for work, APPLYING for job after job, ONLY to be rejected over and over, get an interview here and there ONLY to be passed over because you have not been working due to you receiving a kidney transplant. Keep in mind that you are looking in places that fit you, are over and beyond you, and what people would call beneath you. Try pulling yourself out of a hole of hurt, confusion, anger, angst, worthlessness, disgust, disdain, pain, apathy, lethargy, humiliation, rejection, dejection, complete embarrassment AND MORE because you feel that your transplant is seen BY YOU as both a Blessing AND A Curse.


Dead SilenceYeah: DEAD. SILENCE.


Do yourself a favor. Stay that way when it comes to HOW I FEEL AND HOW I FELT. That was how MY MIND went: NOT YOURS.





Moving On…


Wrestlemania Fireworks

THEN February 23 at 3:17 PM happened: one of the BIGGEST Highlights of the year.



BNY Mellon

The single GREATEST thing happened, causing my depression to not be cured, but become a little better with each passing day. The Bank of New York Mellon tapped me for hire. I wept, and told everyone that I am gainfully employed once more: working with the oldest and largest bank and investment firm in the U.S., which is also the 8th largest investment firm in the world  (Note: this is not the building in which I work, yet I am working on getting to this location. MUST BE NYC…).



The Rock Finally

Yeah: One of THOSE moments!



BNY MellonI am once again earning a paycheck, have medical insurance that kicked in on the FIRST DAY of employment, a strong building 401k which I check and adjust weekly (ADVICE: learn about investments. You can and will invest wisely, and get your bucks banged hard and fast), FRIGGIN’ STOCK OPTIONS, and learning so much that I cannot wait to see what is next for me with BNY Mellon! I WILL go there and say that this company saved my employment status life.


Drive and ExcellenceTo date, I have had my end of the year review with my supervisors: I have not only met their expectations, I have EXCEEDED their expectations! I have become a standout to those who are monitoring my work and progress by taking on many responsibilities at the office, and doing everything that I can and could in order to be as effective as I can within BNY Mellon.

I am aiming to grow with this company, and I am very happy here. This reminds me of a sentimental conversation that my former supervisor and I had on May 7, 2015.


To this day, her words STILL resonate within me, and I am TRULY thankful for Jean Lock saying what she said!


Supporting CastEven with lifesavers, there is always a superb supporting cast: my parents whose guidance has done more than what they may realize, my brother Calvin and his girlfriend Jessica, their boys/my nephews Jaiden and Logan (the boys give me smiles every time they visit and remind me in baby smiles and babbles that I NEED to keep pushing esp. during the toughest days), my sister Latoya and her husband/my brother-in-law Marvin, their sons/my nephews Noah and Aiden who remind me that hard work DOES pay off in the long run, my great uncle Daniel Boyd who has told me to “Live Your Life, and Be Happy”, Ricarto who has been on and by my side since Day One (25 years and counting), Tanya who has always been a consistent ear and voice of motivation, Monica and Yasmin who have been a beacons of hope and inspiration, Maureen who stays and stayed positive during my “enragement child” days, Stephanie Connelly and Jean Lock for interviewing me that fateful day, Barbara Pope who green-lighted my hire with BNY Mellon, Brian Beatty for his encouraging and guiding words as well as believing in me and my abilities despite second guessing myself, my I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E family at BNY Mellon (my RAS/DN team and many others) who has given me wisdom, strength, inspiration, and putting up with my nuttiness, Lena, Robyn, Akua, and several others who put their foot up my ass and told me that I CAN get things done to reach my goals. I love them all, and I would not be where I am if it were not for all of their love and support.




I also need to Thank those who have turned their backs on me. Why? I’ll explain:

We, as people, NEED naysayers, traitors, wolves in sheep’s clothing, etc. in our lives. We NEED those individuals because it is their words as well as their actions that push our drive to new levels and heights. Their doing this exposes their flaws, shames, weaknesses, and inadequacies for not only us to see, but those eyes that are/were blinded by hiding those traits. As arrogant as that sounds (“arrogance” is up for debate and translation), the truth behind those words that I just wrote are not only stinging and damning, they are valid and EXTREMELY true.


With that, to the naysayers, traitors, wolves in sheep’s clothing, etc., I say:

Bat Thanks



Serious Fun

Fun moments in 2015 were plentiful!


Jaiden and Logan First Birthday Monica Yasmin Myself Jaiden and Logan  Jameele Desk Job Brothers CassupRookie Business Card Holder BNY Mellon Badge wp-1451562989856.jpg



2015 was also filled with Wisdom:


Growth  Outgrow  Three Types Forgive Trust Gut Instinct Listen to your Voice Qualities Forgiveness Shut Out Inner Peace Maturity Enlightenment Strange Things Love Me Hate Me Bad Words Bad Mood



Max-Payne-BeardThere were a few low points from this year. The above mentioned failed job interview, a second job interview to which I never made due to my feeling down and ultimate realization of Depression, as well as a fender bender that happened (I am alright: nothing that muscle relaxers and rest couldn’t cure).

Also, there was one specific low point that happened this year. Those who are CLOSEST to me (they know who they are) know about that low point. I have asked them to not breathe a word about it on Social Media, for there are certain things that ARE NOT meant to be spoken on Social Media. At the risk of sounding like a complete douche bag, if I care that deeply about you, I will directly tell you (NOTE: I care about a lot of people who are in my life. There are certain people who are closer than others, and I entrust them with certain matters affecting me).



At the same time I know that you, my dear readers, understand that some elements of life need boundaries and intimacy.



Things Ive Learned

What have I learned about myself in 2015?


I have learned a lot about myself this year. I have learned that no matter how hard life can get, ALWAYS push yourself harder than the last day: it could be your best day, and/or your last day.

Depression is very real: let NO ONE tell you otherwise, due to their lack of understanding, acknowledging, and respecting this illness/condition. When it comes to the reality that we all must face and acknowledge (acceptance is up to the individual as well as its interpretation), it is up to us to do something about our depression. HAD I chose to hole up and be isolated (which I am naturally, yet my depression made it WAY MORE pronounced), I would have missed many opportunities. I would not have the bond that I have with my brother’s sons (they give me the MOST genuine smiles and in turn, they do the same for me as I give them my MOST genuine smiles). I would have NEVER found the Bank of New York Mellon when I looked up Carlos Slim back in November 2014. I would have NEVER pushed my resume and application with BNY Mellon to be with them today.



End GameAll in all, I would have most likely returned to hemodialysis and flat out refused a third kidney transplant because NOT earning a paycheck, NOT integrating with LIFE, would have been my “end game”. My nephews (all four of them) would not get to know me, my family would be devastated because they would not see me as a stone standing firm upon the shores, rather a faceless grain of sand in an ocean of corroded and washed away beach.



However, Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a small problem with this end result…


Don't Give Up




I am the son of a stubborn and generous mother, I am the son of an analytical and laid back father, the brother of a reckless and DAMN GOOD brother, and the brother of a driven and determined sister!


I Dont Quit

I am too stubborn, too analytical, too driven, too determined, and TOO DAMN GOOD to quit!








THIS is what I needed to remember. THIS is what I needed to remind myself. I CAN NOT allow myself to forget that I come from a LONG LINE of fighters, and I am one of their strongest to date. Everything that I have endured and battled through, placed me in the eyes of many as one who is an inspiration: a source of strength, humility, humbleness, bravery, valor, respect, and honor.

This year’s lesson WILL carry into the upcoming years for as long as there is breath in my lungs. I will NEVER forget those who I have met, those who have impacted my life on MANY levels, those who have my back and are on my side, and those who turned, tucked tail, and ran. Every person that came into and left my life added one more piece to the puzzle that is me, and I am thankful for everyone: good, bad, otherwise.


2016 New Year

What will 2016 bring? I am not sure, and we will not know until 2016 arises and moves forward.



Thank you

Thank you all for taking time out of your plans and set up for your New Year’s Eve party to read what I have to write. As I have said every year for as long as I have been doing “My Year in Review”, I Thank You, I Love You All, and Happy New Year!



New Year 2016

Aura Power!

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Good Day, Ladies and Gentlemen!



Today, I would like to examine something that is indeed quite interesting: Aura Color and its meaning.


Based on a few people with whom I have had interactions, coupled with this site, my Aura color is Gold. As defined by this site:


Golden AuraGOLD AURA COLOR MEANING: The color of enlightenment and divine protection. When seen within the aura, it says that the person is being guided by their highest good. It is divine guidance. Protection, wisdom, inner knowledge, spiritual mind, intuitive thinker.


Even in reading this definition and my being appreciative of what this aura represents, I attribute this particular aura to my Great Grandmother Nancy Boyd, who passed away 2 months before I was born (Even though I never met you Great Grandma Nancy, I Love You so very much).



Super Saiyan

*SIDEBAR: thinking about this Gold Aura, I may secretly be a Super Saiyan…*



I am going to put myself on Broad Street (Philly Reference), and say that I am FAR from “Good”. Sure, I do what is right, yet “Good” is relative to me. Good can be a useful term to describe deeds and actions, but “being guided by MY Highest Good”?



Yeah, CM Punk: I am apparently being guided by my Highest Good.



Jack Skellington

To be perfectly honest, this is a head scratcher for me. HOW am I “Good”? Yes, I am tough on others when I offer my words of advice when asked. Sure, I do my best to NOT get into a situation where harm could happen to not only myself, but to others. Yes, I consider myself an asshole (an asshole who cares about the well-being of others). Even more confusing, HOW am I being guided by my “highest good“? Is that even a thing?


If nothing else, we must examine what it means to be “good”, and to know if the existence of a “higher good” is indeed real.




This is the definition of the word “good”, according to



As seen in the above screenshot, there are several meanings that which many people in my circle would state confidently that I am “good”. Those same people MIGHT say that I possess a righteous heart, furthering the fact that I am “good”. The number of times that I have helped others who needed my help and was there as consistently as possible, and showing compassion when the need for compassion is apparent. Also, with me making the best decision that would leave as little scars, scorch marks, and bloodshed, this would convince a number of people that I am “good”.

The number of times that I have had people (whether they are friends, family, associates, coworkers, etc.) stop me and speak freely with me about their issues and problems is staggering! I mean, they perhaps see me as someone who knows the world, yet in reality, I only know a little bit about a little bit (Thanks, Dad: INSIDER). I listen to what is going on in their life, think it through (most times are gut instinct), and respond accordingly. Yes, I come off as unabashed (Thanks, Ric: INSIDER), somewhat cold, crass, and aloof, yet the sentiment in the words I speak compounded with the degree and level of care I give indicates otherwise. I care very much about the overall well-being of everyone, even if I come off as a dick and a douche… most of the time. The proverbial “Bad Ass with a Heart of Gold”, it goes to show that I DO give off an air of “goodness” which is housed within me.




Maybe I should start walking around with the Triforce…


You know, the more that I write about my being “good”, the more that I am seeing that I AM, apparently, “good”. “Good” to the point of dropping the quotation marks on that word, and declare that:

I am Good



PlatoTo address my being guided by “My Higher Good”, THAT is my Great Grandmother. She has protected me since I came into this world and that is what I firmly believe. She did not steer any of my immediate and extended family wrong while she was alive, and it is apparent and I strongly believe that she is still keeping us all in line. With her being my Guardian Angel, it feels to me that she is keeping a watchful eye over not only me, but my family as well. The goodness that she possessed while she was alive may have transitioned to me, and I may be continuing her legacy to the best of my abilities. Like I said, that is at least how I see her role.


We all have an aura color, and it does represent who and what we are as an individual as well as a people. Give the link a shot, speak with a few people who have the gift and talent to read auras, and discover who you are as well as your role in life!




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Ready for Round Two! (6 Year Anniversary)

Good Day, Ladies and Gentlemen!

Six years ago on this date of September 29, 2009, I received a phone call that continued my life for the better as well as the greater. I am very happy and always very thankful for that day and all that happened which made that day possible. With this being said, “Ready for Round Two!”


Press Start

Ladies and Gentlemen, I think the computer will hold long enough for me to be able to document the exciting climax that was Last Tuesday’s Kidney Transplant at the University of Pennsylvania Hospital. And not a moment too soon, either! I know you all have been waiting for this, and I appreciate your patience. Let’s not delay any longer.


Spining Clock

The Gift of Life occurred on Sept. 29, but it all kicked off on Sept. 28…

At 11P, I was sitting on the couch watching WWE Monday Night Raw’s Main Event. John Cena in a Gauntlet Match against Chris Jericho, The Big Show and Randy Orton. As I watched the then WWE Champion get his ass handed to him, a “Blocked Call” shows up on my phone. At first, I thought it was a friend calling from a blocked number, but then it all became clear as the conversation went like this:


Me: “Hello?

Caller: “Hello! May I speak to Andrew Boyd, please?”

Me: “Yes?”

Caller: “Hi Andrew! This is Nicole with PENN Transplant. How are you tonight?”

Me: “I am doing fine. PLEASE tell me you are going to tell me what you are about to tell me.”

Nicole: “Well Andrew, we have a Potential Match for you! Meaning the Blood type is a Perfect match!”

Me: (Running upstairs to continue the call with my grandmother present) “Oh my God! Are you serious? A Potential Match?!”

Nicole: “Yes! At this time, we are going to do a tissue typing to see if your tissue type and the donor’s type are compatible. This usually takes 8-10 hours.”

Me: “So, we are looking between 7-9AM tomorrow, right?”

Nicole: “That’s right. No matter the results, I will call you personally to tell you those results. Try to get some sleep, and I will talk to you tomorrow morning!”

Me: “Nicole, I am not going to be able to!”

Nicole: “Yeah, Exciting Time! Have a Good Night, Andrew!”

Me: “Thank You! You do, too!”


I hugged my grandmother, who was just as excited to hear the news. I chose not to call any family at that time because, What If it did not pan out? So, from 11.30P on, I was jumping out of my skin! I was restless, nervous, excited, and anxious. Hell, All of the above at this point. I couldn’t sleep one bit. I even called my friends Tanya and Joy before they went to sleep, like I do most nights. I then gave myself busy work by packing an overnight bag for the possible hospital stay. I also updated my Contact list on my cell phone so if The Call DID come, I had everyone’s number. After I got all of my busy work done, I remembered not to eat or drink anything after that phone call. The last thing I had was a cup of coffee at 10P. So, for the next 9 hours, I was wired from the caffeine, and wired from the possibility of being a Two-Time Kidney Transplant Recipient. I tried to get some sleep, but wound up staying awake the whole night. I was on Facebook, getting my Mafia Affairs in order. Afterwards, I played a few games on my phone. When 6A rolled around, I took a shower and got dressed. I went downstairs and sat on the Love Seat and watched the news with my grandmother and 2-year-old cousin. I was feeling tired, so I decided to lay down on the Love Seat at 7.55A. At 8A exactly, “Blocked Call” appears on my phone.


Me: “Alright Grandma, this is it! (Picking up the phone) Hello?”

Caller: “Good Morning Andrew! This is Nicole. How are you feeling this morning?”

Me: “I am nervous as Hell, and waiting on the Verdict.”

(At this time, my little cousin is babbling because I was on the phone. I moved away from him to hear Nicole’s response.)

Nicole: “You are waiting on the verdict? Your donor is compatible with you!”

(A 10 second pause)

Nicole: “Are you doing a dance?”

Me: “No. Trying not to pass out! How soon do you all need me there?”

Nicole: “We will be looking for you around 10-10.30A. Can you make it in by then?”

Me: “I am not too sure. 11A seems to be a more realistic to me, but we will push for that time. Reason I say 11A is because I will have a Battalion with me. But we will aim for your time. I have many calls to make and we will see you soon!”

Nicole: “Alright Andrew, we will see you here!”


I hugged my grandmother and nearly broke down in tears. I kept my focus, and started making my calls.

You know what people? I was HEATED!!! I am here calling you all and NO ONE was picking up their phones! Never dawned on me that hey, People are POSSIBLY at work, dropping off their kids or their phones were on vibrate. So I am here getting mad over your daily routines, and I apologize for that.

I got in touch with my cousin Bill, who in turn called my brother’s job to let them know to have him call me ASAP. I called my mom’s job and left an Urgent message with them. I called my sister and her mom and left messages with them. So around 8.30A, mom called my grandmother’s phone. My grandmother and I are bombarding her with the news, and mom wanted to hear from one of us at a time. I let my grandmother take the call and my mom told her that she and my dad are on their way to pick me up. This is what my grandmother told me:

“They will meet you at the hospital.”

Hearing this, I grab my bag, and get on the El train at Frankford Terminal. At the Tioga stop, my phone rings where my mom tells me that she did not say they were heading to the hospital. They were coming to pick me up! So I get off the train, and made more calls to family and friends. So after a few minutes, I see my parents and I get into their SUV. We were on the same page and en route to the Hospital of University of Pennsylvania, the Battle Ground for Our Second Kidney Transplant.


Before I continue, I want to inform everyone the EXACT length of time we waited on this call. We had our first Transplant Evaluation March 2005, and the Official Call came in Sept. 29, 2009. This will be a wait time of 4.5 years. For my Blood Type (which very few of you know), the average Transplant wait time is 4-5 years. I know a number of people who came into contact with me recently assumed that the wait time was drastically lower. I wish that was the case, everyone. The first transplant on December 9, 1993 was an 8 month wait. This one, with all of the Medical Advances and Blood Type Breakdown, there was a longer wait time.


Along the way, I made many phone calls to family and friends informing them of the incredible news. My family and I received many well wishes as we made our way through I-95 traffic to the hospital. Just before we were out front of the hospital, I updated my Facebook to inform everyone of what was going on. We arrived at U of Penn at 9.20A, and we were in Admissions until 9.40A. After getting admitted, my mother and I traveled to the 11th floor of the hospital, where we were greeted warmly by the staff. After getting my Vitals checked and gowned up, I was seen by the Surgical Team and was given an I.V. We were in the room from 10A until around 6P while they prepped the OR and the new gift. During that time, I had a Chest X-Ray and other tests ran to insure that my body was ready for the surgery. We were informed of the donor and how this day came to pass. My donor was a 43-year-old woman with no medical history. No diseases, no illness of any kind. There was, however, an issue with the Gift I was about to receive. There was a small lump about the size of ½ of your Pinky fingernail. They performed a biopsy on the lump, and saw that it was a benign tumor. I was approached by the Surgical Rep and was told this. Their concern was that if they gave me the Gift, the tumor could have become cancerous and they would have to go back in and remove my new Gift. At the same time, it could have been just a benign tumor and nothing else. The call was mine to make. I knew my mom wanted to do it, but she knew this was up to me. I told him that, “We waited too long to turn our backs now. We are going for it.”

Was it reckless? Maybe. But for us, this day was long awaited and well deserved. The Rewards were greater than the Risks. We finally departed for the OR waiting area around 6P, and arriving there shortly thereafter. We talked to Anesthesia beforehand, where I taught them a thing or two about their methods. Not my first picnic, people…

Our time came at 7P. I hugged my mom and said the Perfect Prayer to her. I kissed her and said “I Love you.” “I Love you, too. That’s why I am here,” was her response. I was wheeled back to the OR, then we were Red Lighted. My surgeon, Dr. Ali Naji did not like the idea of giving me a kidney with a benign tumor. He had me go back to the waiting area as he fought to give me the OTHER kidney, where there was no presence of a tumor. He was successful in his fight on my behalf. I was wheeled back into the OR around 7.45P, where I finally met Dr. Naji. I thanked him immensely for fighting for the other Gift and told him he will dance at my Wedding. I was told that this surgeon has done MANY transplants. He has performed transplants since the 1970’s and is highly regarded. He is also the same surgeon who trained my first U of Penn Surgeon, Dr. Heidi Yeh.

What I am about to tell you all, simply put, blew my mind. And I can assure you it will do the same to you. Before I was under anesthesia, I observed my surroundings. I saw 2 surgeons working in a silver pan. I look over, and there she was: the Young Lady that was going inside of me. I saw my new kidney!! Never have I seen a sight as amazing and humbling as this! It looked like a chicken breast. I am here thinking, “They are going to put chicken inside of me?” Yeah, I know…

So I am transferred from the gurney to the OR table. They put on a Blood Pressure cuff, attached heart rate measurers and put on leg cuffs to help with my leg circulation. After asking about my name and date of birth, they started the Pure Oxygen, and had me take deep breaths. After a few minutes, the Anesthesia began. I asked for the time (for blogging purposes) as the first injection went into my I.V. Burned a bit, but nothing uncommon. The time was 7.55P when this all started. When the second injection went in, I felt really good! I said out loud, “Alright everyone, Good Night!!” They got a good laugh out of it as the last injection went in.

The surgeons worked on my left abdomen as they gave me our Life Saving Gift. I was told that the surgery was a success as I was wheeled into Recovery at 2.15A. Now, at 2.15A, this was the EXACT time I was wheeled into recovery for our first Kidney Transplant. I found that very sentimental. I was wheeled into my room at 4A. Still out of it from anesthesia, the nursing staff asked if I was alright.


“I need to pee.”

“Alright, you have a Foley catheter that will catch everything, Mr. Boyd.”

“I understand, but I feel I need to push it out.”

“Mr. Boyd, you have a Foley catheter. There is no need to worry.”


*note: Trust AND Believe when I say that peeing is a big deal, esp. when you haven’t done it in at least 2 years. To speak THOSE WORDS made me smile, even to this day.*


I was then shifted to my bed as I slept off the remaining anesthesia. I was assessed vitally through the night and the morning. When 9A rolled around, I was visited by Physical Therapy who wanted me to start walking!! WHAT?! Already?! I was instructed on how to get out of bed. I followed directions, and was on my feet in a matter of seconds! I felt a little light headed, but was ready to take my first steps.

Surprisingly, I was moving like our Transplant never happened, minus the searing pain where they cut me open and closed me up. I did my lap around the 4th floor with the therapist. As we returned to my room, I stopped, looked at her and shook my head No. I did two more laps around the floor, and astounded as well as impressed the staff there. I was even told that I was moving around like someone who did not have surgery. After I did my laps, I was visited by my mom, little brother, and his GF. Shortly after their arrival, my best friend Ric Brazela showed up. He drove all the way from Baltimore after being in court to visit me in the hospital.

I knew there was reason why he has been my best friend of near 20 years.

They all stuck around, reminiscing of the first Transplant and talking about the medical advances of this Transplant. They departed after a couple of hours and I was then visited by Baeednah Anderson. After Bae visited me, I was then visited by my aunt Mattie. I was a bit out of it from all the excitement of my visitors. I talked to other friends and family on the phone, and I got a chance to talk to my little sister Latoya Felder who was saddened that she did not get the chance to come to the hospital to see me. I told her it was alright and as long as she got the news of our Transplant, that made me happy. We talked for about an hour and a half that night. After hanging up with her, I went to sleep.

The next day, Ric came in early to visit with me. Such a Great Friend!! After he left, I was given the option of eating food. Those that know me know I jumped at the opportunity. That morning, I received Communion. After Communion I was visited by Tanya, then had to go down to Dialysis because my Young Lady did not fully awaken just yet and Dialysis was going to be needed until she does. Afterwards, I received calls from family and friends and updated everyone on Facebook of my progress.

Friday Morning, I was awakened by the Transplant team around 6A. I was told I was going home that day!! When you are half asleep you hear things, but not too sure of what you heard. At 7A, my transplant coordinator came in and reviewed my new medication with me, while I was half asleep. Those that know me know NEVER to wake me up unless someone is dead, dying or the place is on fire. I am looking at her with a fierce Grizzly look as she told me what each medication was and what it did. She told me she would return in a couple of hours to review the medication again. At 9A, she returns. She asked about my meds and what I remembered. I rattled off EVERY medication and told her word for word what they did. She was impressed! Around 1P, I went to Dialysis for 2 hours. After dialysis, I had my I.V.s removed and I took a nice long shower. When I got out, my parents were in my room and ready to take me home with them for Recovery Road. My paperwork was reviewed and signed and I was discharged afterwards. I walked out of the hospital under my own power, showing that I was strong willed and determined.

As of this time, it will be 2 weeks since I have been home. The Love and Support from everyone who has followed me has been very overwhelming and so appreciated. I am seeing my Transplant Team every Monday Morning at U of Penn for blood work and medication review. It will be only a matter of time before my Young Lady becomes aware and functions at full capacity.


Thank You All! I Love You All, And Appreciate Your Support During This Fantastic Series Of Events!!


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