The doctor wrote in handwriting, but I was used to reading.
Primary diagnosis: uncontrolled type 2 diabetes.
Complications: diabetic nephropathy.
End-stage renal disease, stage 5.
Kidney failure.
Physical condition: gangrenous wound on left foot.
Necrosis of the fourth and fifth toes.
I was stunned.
Level five.
Kidney failure.
This meant that his kidneys had completely stopped working.
Toxins were building up in his blood with every second.
The only way to survive was lifelong dialysis – or a kidney transplant.
And seeing the state of his rotting foot, he was threatened with amputation.
What a deadly irony.
He used to make fun of my son because of his imperfect leg.
He called Leo “the one with the sprained leg.”
He was disgusted by the way my son walked.
Now his own foot was rotting.
His own foot was destroying his life.
God has a dark but fair sense of humor.
Karma doesn’t come quickly, but it always arrives on time.
I moved to the next page.
This was the most interesting part: the financial section, written in large red ink.
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