What a difference a year makes. One of the first inquires people I haven’t seen in awhile tend to ask these days is “how are you feeling?”. Far enough away from those moments where I always felt like a bloated cranky tired bitch, that I almost forget how difficult they were. Not exactly where I was before IGA Nephropathy and Prednisone reeked havoc on my life but closer than I was last year. The first picture was me last summer, and the later is me just last month. I remember the moment when my daughter took my phone and snapped the first picture of me. I was sitting in my…