It was March 1999, and I'd had my transplant for 18 years. I was very grateful for those 18 years. Besides graduating from California University of Pennsylvania (in California, Pa.) and receiving a degree in computer science, I had married, had a son, and lived a productive life. I felt that God had blessed me and answered my prayers of having a “normal life.” However, at the end of those 18 years, I was hospitalized for pneumonia. The treatment was taking a long time, and I suspected that my transplant wasn't going to survive it. And it didn't. I felt myself going downhill fast. My body weight decreased and I found it difficult to walk. I knew it was inevitable: I would have to start treatment for renal failure. My nephrologist explained the available options for dialysis and, compared with 18 years prior, treatments had definitely changed. She told me to think about them. When she came in the next day, I was in tears. She hugged me and reassured me that I would be put on the transplant list as soon as possible. “No, that's not what I am crying about,” I told her. “I just don't know what treatment to choose.” I didn't have these options when I first underwent dialysis in 1978. The years since have been challenging, yet productive. As it turned out, I only qualified for one treatment: hemodialysis. After leaving the hospital, I went to in-center HD three days a week for four-hour treatments. The renal diet was different from what I went through in the late 1970s. Instead of the “low-protein” diets my healthcare providers had put me on years ago during my first period of dialysis treatments, it was a high-protein diet now. In reality, I liked this, but I didn't have the appetite for it. I couldn't eat what was required to keep my albumin levels up. Life has not ended for me; it has just begun. It's wonderful to be living in a time when we have an opportunity to choose from several options for the treatment of CKD. After that first year, my social worker and staff members approached me about a new treatment option they were trying: home HD. With this treatment, I would train in-center for eight weeks on the dialysis machine. The treatments would be done at home every other night and would be monitored online by patient-care technicians. The goal was to have a gentler and safer treatment for my body. I decided to go for it; it was a chance to take control and have a normal life. My appetite returned and I gained 15 kg. I felt that sense of normalcy, but found that the rigorous setting up and taking down of the machine, inventories, and testing got to me. I was doing this all alone and found that although the treatment was working for me, all the work that went along with it wasn't. Six months into the home modality I found out that they offered the same sort of program in-center. I returned to the dialysis center three nights a week, and this has been the best modality for me to this day. Eight years have gone by, and my treatments are going very well. I have been given that chance for normalcy again. For this I am thankful. I have returned to the workplace during these 8 years, and I appreciate every day that is given to me. Through my work with the Renal Support Network I am able to share my story with others who may need that extra bit of help getting through their challenges with CKD. The Renal Support Network says “an illness is too demanding if you don't have hope.” Life has not ended for me; it has just begun. I still have the option of going back on the transplant list, which I am holding for the future. It's wonderful to be living in a time when we have an opportunity to choose from several options for the treatment of CKD.