It’s World Kidney Day today
It’s World Kidney Day today,
and I am off the hook.
My chest port’s on a holiday,
quite pleased with how I look.
No weigh‑in numbers haunt my mind,
no guessing “up or down”.
The scale can stay where it’s assigned —
I’m nowhere near that crown.
No needles poking into me,
no beeping to obey.
I’m free to cause some mischief, see,
and snack the cheeky way.
A sausage? Yes, a noble feast,
a victory indeed.
But bananas? Banned with good speed,
the enemy of peace.
No cuff to squeeze my arm today,
no sudden grip of doom.
No “hold still now” in stern display
while pressure claims the room.
No cramps to twist my toes in knots,
no calf that screams in rage.
No fluid‑pulling torture plots
to steal the final stage.
So here’s my shout on this fine day
to all who walk this road.
We laugh, we sass, we rest, we stay,
still fierce beneath the load.
Reflection
World Kidney Day can easily become a day of statistics, awareness campaigns, and clinical language. Yet for those of us living with kidney failure, it is also something much simpler: the small, mischievous joy of an ordinary day.
This poem grew out of one of those rare dialysis-free days. No weigh-in, no needles, no beeping machines — just the freedom to laugh a little at the strange routines that shape our lives. Humour, after all, is one of the quiet spiritual disciplines of chronic illness. It reminds us that even under heavy burdens, the human spirit remains delightfully ungovernable.
Sometimes resilience looks less like heroism and more like celebrating a sausage while firmly refusing a banana.
© 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. All rights reserved.



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