I have always believed in destiny. Accept when things happen, it was meant to be and know that it was for a reason. I was meant to have my transplanted kidney removed this Tuesday just gone. As it turned out, I happened to get the most severe attack of gastro I’ve had in a long time on Sunday night which started around 2am. Consequently, I didn’t sleep much after that and was so sick the next day my husband had to call dialysis to say I couldn’t come in until the afternoon. I could hardly walk from the cramps in my belly and went to see my GP who wanted to send me straight to Fremantle Hospital E.D as I was in such a bad state. The renal doctor on call there said to wait as I didn’t have a temperature or high blood pressure. I knew this was bad news for the surgery. A few hours later we got a call from the surgeons rooms saying the surgeon had slipped a disk in his back and has to cancel all his operations until further notice.
I don’t really know how I feel about losing my kidney. I know for sure that I feel really sad as it is my mums and knowing what she went through to give it to me. She insists that she would do it all over again and wonders if there could be a chance I could give her this one back then she could donate her other one. What can I say, a mothers unconditional love. The docs tell me that as it is no longer working it will be better for me once its out as I get to stop taking the yucky anti-rejections drugs including steroids. The other thing is, transplanted kidneys hide anti-bodies. Anti-body levels is something they check to match potential donors so it is vital that they get a true reading to be able to get a closer match. I know that everything that they are doing now is all for a more successful outcome.
The plan is to remove my transplanted kidney at the same time a peritaneal tube is inserted. This form of dialysis will give me the independence of having dialysis at home. I know I will appreciate not having to into hospital three times a week for treatment, but not sure how ill go with a tube hanging out of my belly. I love the beach and I pretty much have a pair of bikinis for each day of the week. You could say I have a passion (or obsession) for beach fashion. I can swim in the ocean with that form of dialysis but just need to make sure I change the dressing as soon as i get out and keep the wound area dry. For now, I must be grateful that dialysis is keeping me alive, even if it means tubes hanging out from my body. I know how lucky I am as I have my legs, arms, sanity, a beautiful home and loving family. I just cross my fingers someone’s kidney comes along to save me sooner rather than later. I know I will be able to cope but not knowing for how long I will have to live like that is the scary part.. Happy Haloween people.