I don't really know where to begin. With the diagnosis? With the first furrowed brow of a GP which left me wondering in the car on the way home whether there might be something wrong? Further back than that to when I was 12 (the point at which they think my kidneys began to suffer failure)?
Or do I start with who I am, what I look like? Or who I was and what I used to look like before kidney disease whispered its cursed spell and organised my vital organs into a military coup?
All of these seem like logical starting points and yet to begin with any of them seems like trying to place order on a reality that is chaotic. The story of my life has been hijacked by an illness called IgA Nephropathy. That's as much as you need to know for now, and the posts that follow will consist of the random thoughts and occasional moments of clarity I have entertained in the nine months since I started a little treatment they call dialysis.