I met Daniel when I was 28.
I’m Meredith, 43. Until recently, I would’ve said my life was… good. Not perfect, but solid.
I met Daniel when I was 28. He was charming, funny, the kind of guy who remembered your coffee order and your favorite movie quote. We got married two years later. We had Ella, then Max. Suburban house, school concerts, Costco trips.
It felt like a life you could trust.
Two years ago, everything shifted.
Daniel started feeling tired all the time. At first, we blamed work. Stress. Getting older.
“Chronic kidney disease.”
Then, his doctor called after a routine physical and told him his bloodwork was off.