UPDATE
After a letter to Washington, a promenade kidney surgeon called me on the phone apologizing. He said the condition was a misdiagnosis and he’s flying down to do the surgery. I kid you not! Wow! Two days later, that kidney was removed with all the atrophied utter and connections. Turns out, the 10.2 cm bowling ball was an aneurism of the utter tube coming from my right kidney to my bladder. He said if that had burst for any reason, we’ll, let’s just say it would be messy. Thank God I listened to my gut!
Btw, I fired that Doctor!