Living Upstairs

Today our nine-year-old grandson hung around with us on a teacher’s in-service day off.  When we picked up Kathy at dialysis, Bennett asked, “Marmie, do you like dialysis?”  Kathy chuckled and answered, “Well, not really, but I want to be around to watch you grow up.”  I explained to Bennett that dialysis was like him getting a shot at the doctor’s office.  I said, “You really don’t like it, but you need it.”  Bennett though a minute and said, “I guess dialysis is better than … well … you know … living upstairs.”