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Today feels like the end of an era. Maybe "era" is too large a word for the troubles of the last year. The end of a chapter maybe, or of a very long torturous movie. After finally overcoming incompetence and danger, the Arm Saga is coming to an end.

I saw Dr. Barnatan this afternoon. It served two purposes: 1) to check up on my left arm, and make sure it was healing well; 2) the removal of the dialysis catheter in my right leg. Both went better than expected.

My arm is healing incredibly well. It looks so much better that the whole skin graft idea was called off. No more surgeries necessary. It's time to leave the arm alone.

Next was the removal of the catheter. It was painless. Surprising considering the tube is about a foot or so long, and runs deep into the artery near the groin. A little lidocaine, a few stitches removed, and bam - no more catheter.

I sit here amazed at how easily things have gone this month. The transition from struggle to ease was so sudden, so immediate, that I'm surprised that there was so much struggle, and that there is now so much ease. Both seem completely impossible when focusing on the opposite state, but here I am. All there is left to do is relax with my coffee and plan what to do with myself now.