Wednesday, March 01, 2023

Stent Removal…

 When they did the surgery they put in a stent which goes from the kidney through the new ureter and into the bladder this just helps things move along then about a month after surgery they do a cystoscopy to remove it… this is not a pleasant t procedure and yes you are awake and not on anything during it… the good news is it is over relatively quickly the bad news is it doesn’t feel great and after I usually bleed and cramp… but sometimes knowing what to expect isn’t the greatest thing… I showed up at the hospital they called me back and I sat in my gown and waited to be called to the operating room… I saw the nurse and she checked my vitals but once I told her this was my 5th or 6th cystoscopy and 3rd stent removal it was a quick visit and I signed the paperwork and sat and waited…



 A very large very tattooed man brought me back… omg I thought please don’t let him be the one to prepare me and clean me… the last cystoscopy I had before surgery to make things looked ok…. a lovely gay fellow was the one to do that and it was humiliating but somewhat ok… hard to explain he was really gentle and kind and  sweet.. so this man introduced himself and led me to he took helped me take off my gown ( the one you wear backwards over your gown kind of like a robe) and helped me get into the bed and put my legs in the stirrups and get me all exposed… yup here we go I thought… but nope.. he laughed and said and now here is he burse who will prepare and clean the area … ha you thought it was going to be me didn’t you… then he left…. She came over and started… what she said was cleaning… let me tell you I must be cleaning myself wrong because never have I ever cleaned myself where tears came to my eyes because it hurt!  I kept bracing myself as she just kept pushing so hard everywhere.. then the surgeon came in and right away I could tell he was in a bad mood… he was complaining about the gloves and demanding different ones  and sending nurses to find better ones and so the door just kept opening and shutting and people coming in saying how about these?  Yup great I’m all exposed and in stirrups and my hooray is on display lovely!  He came over and checked out how the incision from the surgery was healing and he was quite pleased with it and then brought over the cystoscope and asked if I was ready….. do I have choice?  The one good thing about a cystoscopy is that it is with a camera and there is a big tv in front up high so you can watch… now. As it is being out in it is not the most  to see up close but once it goes in seeing the inside of your body is pretty neat… at least for me… he went up examined the new connection of the ureter and said the redness and swelling is normal don’t panic… and you can see a lot of scar tissue from my multiple surgeries then he fed into the scope some water and then the pincers yup pincers he opened them and shut them to make sure they are working and then moved over to the stent and tried to grab it once twice third time is a charm….. then he said ok take a deep breath I’m going to pull it out mow and then you feel it slide through your insides and tada it’s out!  The nurse brought over a towel for me cause there was liquid a bit of blood I wiped myself off and slid off the table and he handed me a prescription for an antibiotic just in case and I was done.. went back to my locker got dressed and texted hubby I 2as done and he would meet me out front of the room they called me from.  Since I have had many of these done I was smart and brought a pad. I know there is bleeding and cramping after so I walked a little slower through the halls to the car and went home…. What I didn’t expect was pain.. I had pain in my lower abdomen groin area.. when I saw my doctor a few days later I told him about it and he examined me and said he thinks they bruised me inside and if it didn’t go away in a week to come back… but thankfully 5 days later the pain was gone! I pray as long as I live I never need another cystoscopy… I have had more than my share! 🤔

Thursday, February 23, 2023

Medications

 

Medications I’m on I have a huge pill box now…




This is my breakfast pills now.. that’s after my antirejection meds I take at 6 am (4 pills of one kind and 6 pills of another) adjusted as needed… then 4 more at 6 pm and several more at bedtime… I cannot believe I have to take this many pills now!


Side effects that I am having from the medications …. Hmmm
I have a tremor where my hands shake so much… my heart races at any time even if I’m just sleeping so they are saying I have tachycardia now… the prednisone has created a hungry monster inside of me… I went from having no appetite before surgery to I’m so hungry all the time now… and I a,so went from being wrapped in sweaters cardigans and blankets before surgery to sooo hot now.. I literally wake up at night soaked in sweat… during the day I’m begging for the fan to be on or I go outside in the winter weather to cool down.. hilarious!  The other issue is my liver is not happy but the doctor said the numbers are tending down so it’s just going to take some time for my body to adjust to the meds..
My creatinine level is still amazing 78 and my GFR is 82… to compare to before my surgery my creatinine was 428. GFR was 11.. GFR is kidney function percentage so it’s a significant important change.

Day 5

 Woke up thinking I was going home today but sadly that was not the case… they told me in the morning that they didn’t feel they could send me home with diarrhea.. I mean what are you going to do if I stay… nothing then let me go home… the doctor came in and said she couldn’t do it… I almost cried I want to leave…yes  I am done,.. I don’t know how many more days I can stay here…

I was sitting in my room in the morning looking out the window and there was a lot of activity in the room next to me.. the lady who had been screaming all night and all day all weekend finally her family came and they were moving her to the ICU…  finally I thought I hope and pray she gets some peace and gets the meds to help with her pain… she is clearly suffering… then about 2 hours later they were back the family who was soo concerned were gone and they wheeled her back into the room and hooked her up to the machines I could hear the beeping of the heart monitor…  then all of sudden I heard the heart monitor stop beeping just one long beep… omg 😳 the door was shut and all I could hear was omg and a ton of people running  with a crash cart.. the announcements I had gotten used to Code BLUE…EXCEPT THIS WAS IN THE ROOM NEXT TO ME!  I heard it all.. I hear the doctors talking about what to do and what meds to push and clear as they tried to resuscitate her… I hear them all leave and the doctors had a full conversation in front of my room but I thought she survived… the nurse came to see me after she clearly knew I had heard everything was just checking on me and I asked how the lady was.. she didn’t make it unfortunately… aww I’m so sorry I said she was in so much pain and was clearly suffering I hope she found peace.  The whole situation was surreal…. I was actually very grateful to a work friend who called me and was able to speak with me for a while it kept my mind off what was going on.. I was so touched by th outpouring of love I received from my friends and family… it’s nice to know you have people you can count on…


Several hours later…the nephrologist came in and asked me if I would feel comfortable if she sent me home… Yes! OMG YES!

Next step was remove the PICC line … I was terrified to have it removed…  it to be honest it was nothing… the worst part was that my anesthesiologist stitched it in too tight so the nurse had to call for help to get it snipped… it meant several nurses and a cell phone light and a little patience but they finally were able to get the stitches out… then deep breath and they pulled it out!  Yes the nurse knew me well and said would you like to take a picture!?  YES!  

This is the PICC line that was inside me.. who knew it was that big!?


FREEDOM FROM THE PICC LINE!  Now onto bed rest for a bit…

After meeting with all the doctors and pharmacist they agreed to discharge me!  The first problem was they sent the list of meds to my pharmacy 3 days ago and haven’t heard anything back yet… so they final,y got in touch with them and surprise their systems have been down for 3 days!  Well they can’t send me home without my meds especially my antirejection ones so now we need to fill the meds at the hospital pharmacy so I had to get the insurance cards and my sister who is bringing me home needs to pick them up by a certain time… hurry up and rush rush… 
She arrived meds in hand and got me a wheelchair..that holds ho to 800lbs which was an ongoing joke with us considering how swollen I was.. I couldn’t even put on my shoes my feet were


so swollen I had to go home in slippers!  




Goodbye to this unit!

I texted my hubby… he had packed my going home shirt…which belongs to him..   we speak through our shirts.. lol. Mine says FREEDOM…. I have a whole binder to read through and I have to update how much I drink and how much urine (yes I have to measure it) I also have to record all my medications and my vitals… it’s like a full time job..


HE TEXTED ME BACJ THIS PICTURE… my lonely boy…

To say I was excited to come home and see him is the understatement of the year.. I haven’t hugged him or touched him since before surgery.. even when he came to see me when he left he kept his distance to protect me… the second I came home I just wanted to hug him and sit in my chair.. and be home!

Here I am in my chair with the gift my company sent me… in my happy place with my husband and chocolate covered strawberries!








Day 4

 Started the day with getting my catheter removed!  Hooray!!  Still needed a bunch of infusions so the picc line and IV weren’t coming out yet but catheter was a good start! 🙌 

Walked even faster to the scale early in the morning… and my day was filled with visits from doctors and nurses and specialists.. an allergist and even physiotherapist.

The meeting with th allergist was because of my allergy to Sulpha they want me to go on the drug as part of my medication however I have been allergic for over 30 years… he came into my room with such a chip on his shoulder I instantly had my back up.. he was mad I couldn’t remember every moment from the time 30 years ago when I went to the hospital with my allergic reaction… I remembered having hives on my neck and mistakenly said throat he quickly cut me off to explain the difference between throat and neck.. and did you stay overnight… what medication did they give you how long were you there what did they diagnose with you?  The o my thing I remembered was an IV and being told from now on it will be in my records I’m allergic to Sulpha.. and that is what I have said for 30 years.. well I think you have outgrown it so we are going to try you on it anyways.. we will start with 1/8th of a pill and need you to do it in the hospital so you are monitored… ok sure I said.

Next was the physiotherapist.. she came in the room saw me in the chair and said oh this is going to be fun..  are you ready for the stair test… she didn’t want me to go home until I could show that I can manage the stairs because my house has many stairs to get up to the second floor…where the bedroom is.  I was very confident I could do it,,,  so we got to the stairs and she said ok slowly take your hand and grab the railing then out one foot up and then bring the other foot up to the same step and slide your hand on the railing and one foot to the next step and then continue.  I put one hand on the railing and the one step one foot then the next and so on she was laughing and said great job… ok come on down slowly.. I did the same coming down she shook my hand and said yes you passed with flying colours!  You did a great job!  I laughed and said thanks one more thing checked off my list!  I can see the discharge papers already!!!

I met with the pharmacist and the social worker and those were great meetings as well.. I really did appreciate the people co,ing in and meeting with me and going through everything with me…

Tomorrow I am going home!  I was sure of it! 🙌

FIRST CATHETER IS OUT NEXT STOP PICC LINE!




Day 3

 Day 3….. woke up feeling a bit sick but determined I will get out of bed and walk to get weighed… all by myself I know I can do it… I somehow found the strength to pull out the plug out of the wall and walked to the weighing station… it felt like the longest walk but I made it!  I was so proud of myself the nurses were all huddled having a meeting so I stepped up and the scale said error.. of course it did!  I stepped off and stepped back on still error.. and I did that about 5 more times.. I was so mad I waddled over to the nurses and interrupted them I felt so embarrassed she came over turned it off and on again… and it worked!  Reminded me of IT CROWD and I laughed at myself… my husband would have laughed….


https://youtu.be/rksCTVFtjM4

I walked back to my room with my catheter and my IV bags in tow and got back…and sat in my chair… my new thing is once I’m up and at ‘em I stay up no going back to bed.. that won’t help… I have convinced myself… that’s a fact.

Today was a special day…. I was having a visitor!!  My sister was coming!  One of the hardest things for me was the days were so long and lonely… the nurses were great but they were not family.

Had a great visit with my sister we talked and laughed and she got to witness  the noises coming from my neighbor in the room beside me screaming and crying 8n pain all day and night and the other lady down the hall cursing out the nurses… I really was grateful she came and she stayed just long enough that once she was gone I missed her already!  Ha Ha! 

I was still on liquid diet due to my lovely explosive diarrhea and now they decided they wanted to test it… what a horrible task for the nurses.. I had to collect it in the hat and then they would collect it… I warned them there really wasn’t something to “test” it was mostly liquid but ok they want to test it… 🤦‍♀️  so they sent it for testing to make sure nothing was wrong…  by now I had figured out the drugs I take every day but liquid diet…I wanted FOOD!

They got the results back and I was able to get FOOD FOR DINNER!  At this point I didn’t care what it was I was hungry….

Here is the difference between food and liquid diet… as you can see I got a pot pie and potatoes .. I have not eaten potatoes in YEARS!  So this was a real treat!



I enjoyed it way more than you can imagine!

That night I slept so well… I was full and even though the diarrhea didn’t go away it was still worth it… there was talk about sending me home on day 5 so I was still working towards that goal.. whatever they hoop they need me to jump through I will do I wasn’t sleeping well because the patients are maiming and screaming in pain all night or cursing out the nurses all hours of the night.. how do you sleep with that?  My patience was wearing thin and my sanity too…





Thursday, February 09, 2023

Day 2

My second day was interesting…. Towards the end of day 1 started bleeding… I had a catheter in and when I stood up there was blood…. This was the first and only time I have called the nurse..I try so hard not to a pain to the nurses… but I didn’t know if my incision opened or something happened with the catheter…she came in and looked at me and said ok I have good news and I have bad news…it’s not your incision and it’s not th catheter… this happens to a lot of patients when they get a new kidney… your body resets… let me guess you weren’t having regular periods before right..?  Yup couple times a year… ok well those days are over.. and it started TODAY… OMG so now I had to wear these ugly short shorts and and a hospital mattress pad… lovely.. so I’m embarrassed and humiliated but I figured hey it’s a good sign.  Then day 2 came… I woke up feeling sick from the medications but now I have a new fun treat… violent diarrhea.. you know what is hard after surgery.. bending and sitting and running to the bathroom when you are connected to wires…AND THEN getting there barely in time and you can’t get these stupid short shorts down in time and blow it EVERYWHERE…  think the Hall Pass scene… 


but it goes everywhere instead because the pad is stuck and you didn’t grab it in time… to say I wanted to cry is not even close to the word …remember how I said I don’t like being a pain for the nurses.. well in my humiliation I decided to clean the bathroom the best I could myself… think walls, floor, commode, toilet… I was more upset they don’t keep cleaning supplies in the bathroom..  so it was wipes and soap and water… I was pretty proud of myself for how clean I got it considering I could barely move or bend and somehow managed.  The next chance I had I mentioned it to the nurse and she was shocked that I did that… diarrhea another side effect to this medication… I would run to the bathroom so frequently and i was only having a liquid diet anyways so this meant no food… what a great start… eventually around day 3 I was out in solid food but the diarrhea continued for almost 3 weeks.  They also started me on infusions daily.. I had phosphorus and iron and magnesium and potassium all those numbers were low so we needed to boost this numbers.  So many infusions… so glad for the picc line!




A few weeks before the surgery we had a meeting with the nephrologist… in my life things rarely go the way they should so I was literally waiting for the next shoe to drop…I can always sense it coming….the moment we were in the room with him I could feel something was wrong… eventually he said ok so we have a small situation… as you know your husband wasn’t a match due to antibodies and the new donor is a match because he has small amount of antibodies…  now years ago we wouldn’t be able to see things and the degree of the antibodies.. however now we see degrees and we can see that he has some antibodies that may lead to issues later in your life… so we have had meetings  and discussions with the transplant board and it’s basically 50% so the decision is up to you.  You can cancel the surgery and wait or we can go ahead but monitor you much more closely we will run tests to monitor the situation we may need to do plasmaferesis at some point.. and while in the hospital we are going to dose you with some ATG as well.  So I looked at my husband and he looked at me… and the doctor said ok while I’m here you 2 discuss it… married almost 25 years we really know each other very well… I said to him ok what’s your though he said I think we take the chance you will be monitored and science is advancing so in 10-15 years time alot of things can change…. I laughed… and said exactly my thoughts… the doctor kind of laughed and said wow you two are on the same page huh?  Yup decision made we will go ahead with it.  So on day 2 they started the ATG infusions… to say they made me feel sick would be an understatement… the first one I just felt off but then I was getting it daily and they eventually had to slow it down it was making me sick going through too fast… I had those infusions daily right till the day I left.. it gave me the shakes so bad I would sit there and just shake for the infusion and pray I wasn’t gonna throw up.

 
I spent another good 8-10 hours sitting in the chair and walking  around my room… not really one to walk the unit… but I would do laps in my room… and no not just to the bathroom and back lol!
This was more difficult because of the amount of weight I was putting on from the swelling in my legs and hands and feet…I took out my hair from the braids and I looked like a crazy wild lady lol then I braided them back again after my sponge bath… nothing feels better than feeling clean and having a sponge bath.. I had an amazing nurse who helped me I was so grateful to her… I just felt so disgusting so to change and wash up was a real treat for me.  Beside the not feeling so great the hardest part of being I the hospital was the loneliness… I would call my husband to FaceTime with him but he would be napping or just not be in the mood to chat so it was weird for me… eventually I got Netflix running on my iPad and would watch some mindless tv…but it was more to drown out the other patients who would scream in pain all day and night and swear at the nurses… I felt so bad for the nurses in the unit they were really being abused…  another reason I went out of my way to be kind and patient… a patient patient..







My poor hubby looks so swollen and sore… he will always be my hero!






Saturday, February 04, 2023

It’s Kidney Transplant Time!

 Update…. In my life numbers have always meant something to me… the 15th, the 12th are our numbers… both our birthdays are on the 15th of the month and the 12th… well we got married on the 12th and we have always loved that number so when we finally got the call that we had a match for the kidneys and the potential dates were the 12th, 19th or 26th we just knew it would be the 12th….. we took it as a posisigne for us.  It is our number after all!  We got the call and the surgery wa scheduled for the 12th and we were so excited and also a little scared… my husband would have the surgery early in the morning if the 12th and my surgery would be ,ate that night… I would be admitted the day before so they could start me on iv and run tests etc but he would come in the next morning.  Now to figure out who would take him to the hospital… he decided one day while sitting in the car to reach out to my sister and ask her to take him after he had thought about asking a coworker/friend to take him… my only concern was that if I wasn’t allowed to be there with him that someone would be there with him and would stay with him until he went in… so his choice of asking my sister was the best decision he could have ever made!  I know of anyone in our lives that she is probably the ONE AND ONLY person we could count on.  She would also have him in great spirits and laughing to keep his mind off everything as well.  

We went for pre-op on the 10th together but separate and had our very first COVID tests and met our anesthesiologists… I saw a different one than he did but he came with me in mine.  I don’t know how to explain how surreal this whole situation is… I am getting a new kidney from a stranger and my husband is donating his kidney to a stranger… my emotions are raw and the whole situation has been odd.. the second I sat in the room with the man we just bonded… I know a little about surgery and I know that surgeons are amazing but the anesthesiologist literally holds your life in his hands so I felt instantly comfortable with him.  Yes he is good looking but his personality was just wonderful even my husband liked him.. he joked with me and was the calming influence I needed.. he really made me feel like he understood me and my concerns.  More on that later…

The day I went into the hospital and was admitted I was a ball of nerves.. first of all preop sent us to the wrong place so we were late checking in because they sent me to level 0… even highlighted it on the map how to get there… and where we actually needed to be was the other side of the hospital on level 7!  Eventually we made our way there and it was a locked unit… I felt so uncomfortable and like I didn’t belong but we went in together and handed in our paperwork and they lead me to a room down the hall… the room I was in I was sharing with a man… I sat on the bed and hubby sat on the chair and we put my stuff away in the closet. 





Then they came in and said make yourself comfortable and they would bring dinner in eventually but that would be the last food until after surgery… odd I thought that would mean no food for over 24 hours but I also get really sick from the aesthetic so maybe that’s why… we were in the room maybe 5 minutes and the man beside me started moaning in pain and then his call to prayer went off… to say I felt uncl Would be the understatement of the year… I have to share a bathroom with this man and they want me to “empty” with him right beside the bathroom… 🤦‍♀️. The call to prayer was about 5 minutes long and he slept through it mostly moaning in pain… as a Christian I wasn’t bothered by it too much I can respect the need for prayer but I found it strange he didn’t turn it off… I didn’t complain because if it helps him feel better than it’s worth it… the calls he took at 3am however I was less impressed… I don’t think he knew the time of day but people are calling his cell at that time too! 🤦‍♀️




my husband lasted about an hour sitting there with me… he had to go home and finish packing and get himself ready to come back the next morning for his surgery so he apologized to me and said he had to go… I get it it’s hard being there but when he went to say goodbye to me and hugged me we both started crying tears just streamed down my face it was so hard saying goodbye to him… I had bought him a little something and told him to open it up later.  This man is literally saving my life and sacrificing a piece of himself to do it he will always be my hero.  


He took the satchel with the gift inside and left then when he got to the car he texted me and said I was wrong the Covid test was not the hardest part… leaving you was.  Funny enough I felt the same way I hated he left me there alone I sat there in my bed alone and cried I was so alone and terrified and felt like I was in the wrong place… the nurse came in and spoke with me and said dinner would come soon and told me what would happened tomorrow.. they said I didn’t need to get into a gown that night and I could sleep in my trackpants and tshirt so I was grateful for that at least… dinner came and it was meatloaf and I wasn’t really hungry I just wanted to lay down and cry… I didn’t know if I was supposed to remove my mask or not so I never took it off.. I slept with it on… the next morning I was woken up with blood work and vitals and then breakfast came…I didn’t touch it because I wasn’t sure if it was a mistake!  The nurse came in to check on me and I asked and they said yes I could eat it but nothing else that day. I ate some cereal and a piece of cheese but I wasn’t hungry.. my husband was downstairs at the hospital with my sister and they were getting him ready for surgery… I had hoped to FaceTime with him but it was so fast he arrived they took him back he got into his gown and then he had the iv put in and he was gone… those 4 hours were the longest 4 hours of my life… I was waiting anxiously to hear how he was then finally I heard from my family who got the call that he was out and in recovery and doing ok… he was just sick from the anesthesia but everything went well!  I was hoping to talk to him before my surgery but at least I heard he was ok.  Eventually I got my IV and changed into my gown and was ready.   A lady appeared at my door on a knee scooter and I realized she was the chaplain!  I had wanted a blessing from my minister but he was on vacation and I didn’t get one nor did I tell my church about the surgery so I was so glad she came to visiting me.  We had a lovely visit she prayed with me and gave me a lovely prayer to read… it helped calm me down a little my nerves were going crazy.. the call to prayer from my neighbor kept going off all day and he screamed and moaned in pain… he woke up in the middle of the night talking and making cell phone calls art 3am he was quite out of it and I needed peace so much.  Eventually after what felt like being an hour after they originslky said they would be coming to get me they came to get me with the gurney and I laid in it thinking ok here we go… I can do this… I texted my husband saying goodbye and I love you see you on the other side…get some rest.. and off we went I was shaking and they gave me some warm blankets and I watched as the ceiling tiles flashed above me down the long corridors to the elevators… and then her cell phone rang.. Omg 😱 this is it it’s cancelled something is wrong with the kidney all the negative thoughts flooded my head… I only  heard one side of the conversation but it was clear something was wrong..she came over stood beside me and said I’m really sorry to tell you this but you have been bumped and emergency just came in so we need to take you back… can a kidney stay on ice for long?  It came from another province so what does that mean!?  Ok back we went I watched all the ceiling tiles flash by in reverse and then we got back to my room I hopped down and went back to the bed… I texted my hubby to tell him and to my surprise he responded!  I also let my sister know because this would mean a delay… and I waited I waited about 30 mins and they came back… this time however my nerves were shot… I was sitting in the bed second guessing the surgery I don’t want it I thought I changed my mind it’s a sign it’s not going to work… catastrophic thinking… now when we got to the elevator I was shaking so badly I was t sure if it was I was cold or having a seizure… they pushed me in front of the OR doors and parked me and out of the OR came my anaesthesiologist!  The one I had bonded with… he was on call and he was going to be mine…. The second I saw him I burst into tears saying omg thank God it’s you!  I’m not usually a weepy person but I literally fell apart he started petting me and saying it’s ok you are going to be ok… let me get you some heated blankets you are shaking…. he was so calming and then he said just a few more minutes and I am going to take you on a magical mystery tour… I’m going to take care of you don’t worry.  I’m not sure why but it helped… he held my hand and said ok are you ready?  I said I was and they wheeled me in… I have been in ORs before but this one was huge!  And there in the corner of the room was my surgeon and another doctor working on the kidney… they were sewing it I was amazed… I like medical stuff so that also seemed to calm me down he waved to me and said here it is!  Then I had to hop over from one gurney to another and of course the gown didn’t have snaps so that was a whole thing but once I got on the gurney it was a well oiled machine… magical mystery tour time.. he put in another IV and strapped on the blood pressure cuff and heart monitor and he said o I’m making a mess you are bleeding down your arm..I laughed and said no worries you do whatever you need I’m in your hands..  it didn’t take long to be all ready and then the surgeon and the doctor came and spoke to me for a few seconds and then they took off my mask and out on the other one… been there done that before… I know count to 10 and youre out but in my mind for some reason I didn’t want to count… I started praying out loud… and he said are you praying for us?  Ok you do what you need to do sweetheart next thing is you will be awake and it’s all over and that’s the last thing I remember… the next memory I have is being bent over getting an X-ray and vomiting everywhere and them saying o no she is vomiting again… I didn’t even open my eyes I just remember that..then an ultrasound and again she is vomiting didn’t open my eyes… then I woke up in a hospital room the next morning…. Of course vomiting… and shaking and the nurse was there helping me.  They said I’m sorry we need to flip you and give you a suppository you just keep vomiting… I couldn’t move and was grateful if that would help… I had a catheter in and a picc line and heart monitor and blood pressure cuff I had so many wires it hurt to move,,, I fell back asleep for a while and when I woke up I didn’t know where I was…. I was suddenly aware I was in a different room than the one I left and I had no idea where my phone was or anything and I was told I was on bed rest and couldn’t really move… the strangest thing was I knew I had major surgery but I really didn’t have any pain.. more of a dull ache in my side…. The nurse came and offered me something for pain and I declined im ok I don’t need anything… are you sure.. yes I’m sure.  I remember the last surgery I had they gave me morphine and I was talking to people who weren’t there and I wanted off it the next day so I think a big part of me was thinking no I don’t want that again… but also my body has been through trauma before so it was manageable.  But day 1 was rough from the nausea and vomiting..



When they came in later in the morning to change my urine bag and give me infusions I asked if they knew wheee my online was… and she passed it to me.  I finally was able to reach out to my husband and see him through FaceTime… he was really sick vomiting and he had not gotten out of bed yet.  He was really happy they were going to remove his catheter and he could put on underwear but he also had not stepped foot out of the bed yet… no one had come to see him or help him which I found odd.. he had to call a nurse to help with the vomit and that was hard..one took a look at him and said she would send someone in to help him… and it took a while..  poor guy.  Meanwhile I was about to be released from bed rest and I had to walk to scale if I could… physiotherapist came in and showed me how to get in and out of bed and asked if I felt I could walk… sure I said… let’s do it!  I got out of bed grabbed my pole with all my wires and started the long slow trek down the corridor to the scale… they had warned me that they push iv fluids through 24 hours a day so I will retain water and I will swell… I could gain as much as 20kg during my stay but the kidneys will do their job and clear it… the walk back I picked up the pace a bit and she was surprised.. here let me get you back into bed she said… I said actually can I just sit in the chair by the window instead?  I don’t want to be in bed… I thought let’s make an effort so they send me home sooner… 😂. So I sat in my chair and looked out the window and they would come and take blood and hook up infusions and change the urine bag I was peeing sooo much I was keeping them hopping… all good signs.  Then my husband texted me I just got my discharge papers they are sending me home… WHAT!?  I guess they need the bed they came I said I was discharged your sister is coming to get me… now I know that there is no way they should be sending him home… and home to an empty house on top… but my husband isn’t going to question it… so I said on your way out stop by my room… he was in a completely different building than I was but I really just wanted to see him so badly.  I was also very lonely…. It was strange.. a few hours later there at my door was my husband in a wheelchair being pushed my sister…. He looked better than I expected I just wanted to hug him so badly but neither of us was going to do that he was protecting me from any disease because i had no immunity.. it was a rather short visit but I was grateful… we took a picture of us together but apart and then he was in his way home… I worried he would be in his own at home but I know he is stubborn and would be ok.
Shortly after my hubby left the surgeon came to check on me… he said ummm where is your hubby I went to visit him and he was gone… did he have a prior obligation?  Umm no they kicked him out saying he was cleared to go home… the look on his face told me that he certainly didn’t agree he said no he should not have gone home especially how sick he was this morning…. I agreed but it’s too late he is there now… he said both our surgeries went well and I’m making lots of urine which was a fantastic sign!
The fist day I sat on that chair for over 12 hours… I wanted to prove to myself I could do it… I had dedicated nurse that was just so impressed I could do that the next day and with no meds for pain… but eventually I did get back in bed… that night and tried to sleep.. I am a side sleeper and I couldn’t sleep on either side between the wires and incision it was a rough night… then the other patients would just scream in pain all night… they would curse out the nurses because they wouldn’t give them anything for the pain and they were nasty… I’m in a renal transplant unit so I worried is this going to be me?  Maybe day 1 was just a fluke..?
I would try to FaceTime with hubby at night but he was in pain and wasn’t taking the dilaudin they sent him home with so he wss miserable and didn’t really want to chat and my pic line coming out of my neck bothered him… so really it was lonely… there were ourptbresks of Covid and VRE in the unit so no visors were allowed anyways.. I would just put on Netflix on my iPad and watch some shows.. eventually I fell asleep but rhe nurses were coming and going all night as well so I would t say it was restful sleep…

Day 2 I was woken up by a new nurse at 6am.. the picc line was great they would push the fluids from there and take blood from there….the picc line was my biggest concern but it was honestly a Godesnd!





Saturday, April 09, 2022

Hello Kidney!

​where do I start.. I guess at the beginning… as a child I had frequent bladder infections but no one thought anything of it.. I mean little girls right.. eventually when I was much older someone realized something was off and I saw some doctors that decided to do some investigation.. The doctor I saw at that time literally said if ain’t broke don’t fix it.. I was young and times were very different I mean who would question that.. once I was older and married we wanted to start trying to have a baby and saw a new specialist and he sent me for a battery of tests..  I was poked and prodded and went through tests that I found humiliating and embarrassing but we needed to have an answer… why does my urine smell like that and what is going on, would it affect my fertility and ability to have a child? some of the tests were terribly humiliating.. one particular test was called (VCUG) voidingcystourethagram you literally have your bladder filled with a catheter and then they take X-rays of you while you stand there and urinate into a bag.. that was particularly humiliating but it was also the best test because they discovered what was actually wrong… my ureters were not connected properly and when I was urinating it was back flowing into my kidneys and damaging them every time… you have to remember this was back in the 90-2000’s.  





The specialist said it could be easily rectified with a simple surgery where they would place a stent it would fix the issue.. but of course that’s not only didn’t work it didn’t work twice.. which meant much more serious surgery.. reimplantation of the ureters.. well if that is what we needed to do then it’s what we will do so we scheduled the surgery and I had it.. they did inform me there was damage to the kidneys due to the backflow for over 20 years and I may need to go on dialysis later in life but it seemed so far away.. we know how that went.. fertility issues stillborn twin girls many years of trying and fertility drugs and accepting it was not meant to be and that we would not have any children of our own.. cut to 40.  I did continue to see a nephrologist who followed me and monitored the kidneys and the function.  Turning 40 was a big moment I was told that around 40 I would be on dialysis so turning 49 and still being in stage 4 kidney disease felt like a win.. I had a good job and I was happy still living life and enjoying every moment..  I had amazing friends and coworkers and my family was there for me and I was there for them.. I have a very small family and I was lucky.

Then it all changed I was laid off of my job after 25 years I lost people I thought that were my friends and my world turned upside down.  I was just out of high school when I started there


Eventually I got over yet another devastating moment in my life and I found a new job and new people came into my life.. it took me some time but we are a very small group and have become like family.. I’m not kidding myself I know who is and isn’t my friend and I know the people I can count on.  People come into your life for a reason or for a season.. accepting that is hard… but it is reality… at least it it my reality…

So now we come to the last few years.. the most difficult so far.. I have been through a lot in my life and each time I think well it couldn’t get worse than this.. and each time I’m wrong.  

I was seeing a nephrologist for over 10 years regularly and when my kidney function dropped to stage 5 kidney disease (15% total function) he said ok we knew this was coming and I need to refer you to my pre-dialysis clinic.. I already knew about the clinic because my stepfather was there so I waited for the referral but in November 2020 he called me into his office.. I knew something was wrong but honestly I didn’t see what happened next.. I went into his office he said to me that since I don’t live in the city (haven’t moved in 15 years but whatever moot point). I cannot be referred to his clinic and he could no longer be my nephrologist  and was instead referring me to a new one in a different city.. so you have been there for me for the maintaining but when I really need you you are leaving me.. hmm ok.  I was so sad I almost cried (never let them see you cry) I felt like my boyfriend of many years just broke up with me.. ok I will go see this new doctor and hope he cares for me..

Annnnd then came a worldwide pandemic!! I met him during the Covid-19 pandemic.. never a dull moment he seemed nice enough sent me for some tests asked me to wear a holter monitor to just make sure my heart was ok and then referred me immediately to his kidney care clinic at the hospital.  Now I have a team of people a nurse, coordinator, doctor, dietician and pharmacist.  We talked a lot about options and decisions that needed to be made.. while we still can let’s go for transplant and dialysis as a backup.. ask you friends and family see if anyone is willing to donate.. my husband speaks up in the room instantly I will what do I need to do?  The doctor at first thought he was kidding are you serious it’s a big undertaking.. he laughed and said no it is not a joke.. he gave me the paperwork and several booklets and off I went.  I mentioned to people my situation and my sister in law and my best friend also offered to be tested.  I was overwhelmed and grateful to have such amazing support.  Once I sent the website with the very long survey to be completed my husband was the only one left standing.. I’m not offended I’m not even hurt it’s a huge decision and I respect peoples decision.  The ones that hurt me were the ones that didn’t even have a conversation with me people I have gone out of my way for and certainly understand why they would not want to donate but to not even have a conversation and pretend there is no elephant in the room really hurt me but I have built this wall around my heart so I let it go.. sometimes I feel like I let too much go.  My husband got a call from a coordinator that he was accepted to continue and begin testing to be a donor.. it is a long process.. took around 6-8 months.  He also has to maintain a certain bmi.. a little info on my husband although he has the biggest heart of anyone I have ever known he is also a very introverted person… and as we discovered during the fertility process terrified of needles.. so terrified that when he has blood taken he literally passes out on her floor.  True story at the fertility clinic I came out of an exam room and saw some guy on the floor and laughed then realized it was my own husband.  He has a vasal vagal response to it.  So all these tests he will have to have done include many needles and blood work so I know how hard this will be on him.  He has not once complained all he says is we are together to save each other it’s why I’m here.  Sweet but also sad.. I also had to go through lots of test tests and then my package was sent to the transplant clinic at the hospital I chose for transplant.. meanwhile my kidney function kept dropping and then stabilize then drop.. I did everything they asked me to but this is also all during a worldwide pandemic and I am immune compromised so my specialist said to me listen this Covid thing is no joke… if you get it there is a good chance you will not survive.  The second he said that to me in front of my husband it scared us… we were taking precautions of course but now we were in a different world literally.  The only time I left my home was doctor appts.  He did everything outside of the home and he would come home and shower take no chances.  I will never be able to thank him enough for protecting me like that.  I was not allowed to go with him for any of his appointments or meetings with his doctors because he was my “donor” and they needed to keep us separate.  So not only is their pandemic but now you can’t take anyone with you for support.. at least not in the room.. most appts at the hospital I went with him and I would wait outside so at least I’m there even if I can’t be in there with him.  One day of tests he had I couldn’t believe it he had an iv in one arm and they were taking blood from another while he lay there in a machine monitoring his kidneys.  




Crazy test but he passed with flying colors.. in fact when he met with the surgeon he raved to us about how it was rare you see a perfect donor and lucky I was.  Everything looked good now they just needed to see if we were a match.. we were the same blood type A … what are the chances!!??  It felt like it took forever to find out if we were a match Covid delayed everything and we waited months and months and then out of the blue in December 31st we got the call he was not match due to antibodies.. yup probably because of my pregnancy.. ti say we were disappointed is not even remotely close to the words I would choose. Like a punch to the gut talk about the year going out with a bang… they asked him if he would still consider the paired exchange program and he said yes of course..

Here I sit 4 months later and my team STILL hasn’t even told me he wasn’t a match!  Buttt I digress

I have appts with my transplant team in April and I still see my “pre-transplant” team every 6 weeks and bloodwork every 4 weeks… so I’m still being monitored.  One of my appts in March was with my surgeon I met him and it was supposed to be the last step before approval for transplant but when I met with him he explained to me that he had one more test he wanted me to do wanted to see the inside of my bladder by doing a cystoscopy and wanted to check on it especially in light of my surgeries and the fact that I really don’t have a the sensation to urinate as frequently as a regular person.. 


The day of my procedure I was nervous I thought I was going to be sick in the car and I couldn’t stop shaking I sat in the waiting room just terrified I think my memories of the past test I have had done were messing with me.. the moment of my cystoscopy I can honestly say I have never been so nervous.. the nurse even said to me wow you have tachycardia is it nerves or do you have an issue with your heart..   when it comes to humiliating procedures as a grown woman I should be past it but when I entered the room and saw one woman and 2 men I felt relieved a woman was there she would make me feel calm.. then she left the room a male nurse came and introduced himself to me as my nurse and I tried to remain calm I mean men can be nurses too I know this.. who knew I was such a prude.!?  When he said he had to prepare the area I stared at the ceiling there were all white ceiling tiles except avoid my head it was like stained glass window with what appeared to be magnolias I just stared at it and thought how pretty it was and how odd to have flowers in this room this room that is so clinical and cold and yet there are these pretty flowers.. I’m sure they are there to help calm people down.. it kind of worked then he “prepared the area” and it was soooo cold like someone dumped ice on your hoo ha.. that snapped me back and I jumped a bit ooo sorry it’s cold it’s ok I said.. then my surgeon appeared at first I didn’t recognize him but he was wearing a mask and his accent reminded me who he was.. I’m a weirdo I know but really the other thing that calmed me down was this huge tv screen on the wall that is where I will be able to watch. Boy o boy you haven’t lived till you have seen your area up close in camera on a tv screen then he numbed the urethra and the camera went up.. never seen the inside of a bladder before but it was not pretty big even a little but.. it was actually concerning to me to the point I said Omg is that normal!?? It’s just scar tissue from your surgeries lots of scar tissue and then after checking out every inch of her bladder and saying some doctor speak to the other doctor in the room he was out and it was done.  He traced his finger on my scar and said I am at higher risk after the surgery because of the scar tissue but I would be ok.  Everything looked ok.. there I am on the table legs in the stirrups no drape just exposed to the world and the nurse tosses me a facecloth.. I try to get up but I’m stuck in this weird position and the nurse is much more interested in the conversation with the doctors than helping me then finally sees me struggling to get up and helps me out of the stirrups.. I literally said can I go!? Yup you are good to go you will hear from us soon and you will need more bloodwork great unsaid just had the bloodwork done before this procedure!  He laughed and said wow you are on top of things!   

Hello Kidney!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Holding on to what I haven't got.....

For anyone who has watched Greys Anatomy they know that Meredith refers to herself as "dark and twisty".  I like that description and I think it describes me and how I have been feeling lately.  For whatever reason the last few months have been horrible... in every aspect whether it be work or personal.  I feel like I have been run over and then backed over by a bus multiple times.  I have nothing left to give or take.  The only thing that keeps me sane in this insanity is my husband... some days I swear if I didn't have him I am not sure I would exist.  I have recently discovered that when the chips are down and all hope is lost the ONE person I can count on is him.  I am not very open my darkest thoughts and feelings with anyone but especially not him.  I protect him from the darkest parts of me.... I fear that if he ever knew how I feel or what I think that he would run away.  I know I want to half the time.  But he cornered me in a moment of despair and I now realize I am wrong.  Wrong for hiding away and even more wrong for thinking he couldn't handle it.  I almost felt like a weight had been lifted right off me and the dark clouds parted even if only for a brief moment.  I am not acting out for attention I am hurting and I am sad and he understood that. 
I am beyond sad, I am angry for the future I won't get, I am angry for the future I watch others get and squander and not appreciate and I am angry that I have a front row seat to watching the world keep spinning and fulfill the dreams of everyone around me while it rips the ground out from underneath me.  I want something I not only cannot have but will never have and pining away and counting the years where nothing changes makes me cry.  It makes me sad to see how badly I have fucked my life up and I could live with that.  I could accept it and probably move forward if I was alone.  But I am not.  I have royally fucked up BOTH our lives.  My husband and mine... because of me he has suffered the worst heartache and heartbreak.. because of me he wants something that he cannot have if he continues to stay with me.  A big part of me in the darkest recesses knows he is better off without me.  He has a chance to be happy and have all his dreams come true without me but without him how could I exist?  Selfish thoughts like these invade my mind.  They hurt my heart and blacken my soul.  He really does deserve better than me.  He deserves a loving wife who is everything he needs and gives him everything he needs especially children.  He would make an amazing father and I worry he will grow old regretting his decision to not only marry me but stay with me.  Each year that passes is another year I know he too realizes nothing changes... and nothing will.  It has been 6 years since we lost our girls.  SIX YEARS.  We should have six year old twins but instead we have a hole in our lives where they should be.  Six years and nothing has changed.. my health continues to get worse that is the only change.  Great something to look forward to.  O wait it's not positive.  Dark and twisty I warned you..  So not only can we not have children but he is probably going to end up with a sick wife on dialysis.. and I thought I did something in my past life to make me suffer in this one... what the hell has he done?  People think they know me but they do not.  People think my heart is full of love but it's not.. it is full of pain and anguish and it is broken.  I am broken.. nothing can "fix" it or "fix" me.  This is the world that I live in.  I want to be happy I want to sing and dance and play, I am working on it.  I want to enjoy life and travel and I realize none of us knows our future anymore and I am just feeling sorry for myself.  But it is hard for me to just shake it off and move on.  How the hell does six years go by and you can still hurt so much.  How can you move forward in your life without feeling the ache and silence the voices in your head?  I don't think you can, I don't know how but I will find a way.  And if it involves me taking time for me then that is what it has to be.  Noone understands my pain, noone understands how empty I feel everyday and I am getting so tired of faking it.  I feel weak... I feel like I don't have the strength to put on a brave face anymore.  I hope that by writing this down it helps release some of the emotions and hurt and that I feel.  I am exhausted... tired of everything and most importantly I am tired of holding on to what I haven't got.

I am a HUGE fan of Linkin Park and I think this song really speaks to how I am feeling.



Our angels Grace Elizabeth & Anna Marie

Our angels Grace Elizabeth & Anna Marie
Always on our minds, Forever in our hearts (June 28, 2006)