In 1973, I was 19 years old. I was in the hospital for 1 1/2 weeks before they knew what was wrong with me. My right kidney never worked and was the size of a small watermelon when they took it out. In 1973, having a kidney removed was major surgery. I have a ‘zipper’ from the middle of my back to the middle of my stomach, and my recovery lasted 3 months. I just turned 70 years old. If the doctors and nurses weren’t persistent, I would have died. I could say ‘thank you’ until the end of time, and it wouldn’t be enough. So thank you for my life, it’s been pretty good to me!