Dialysis and Love

I had to pass this along to you, my readers, because it’s a wonderful story about a woman in dialysis and her supportive brother who happens to be an NFL player. They are best friends. Its a love story.

Click below to read it.

About DevonTexas

I am a person with ESRD (End Stage Renal Disease) which means my kidneys don't work. Forty or so years ago that would have been a death sentence but today there is Dialysis which means I could be hooked up to a machine that would clean my blood as the kidneys should. Three days a week, I went to a dialysis center and had too very large needles stuck in my arm to remove and replace my blood as it passed through a process where it was cleaned and the fluid was removed, a process taking a little over four hours each time. In November 2017, I received a kidney transplant from a deceased donor. My life went into overdrive. With a "new" functioning kidney, I no longer had to go to a dialysis center and my days were not open to be lived rather than recovering from dialysis which meant dialyzing for three days and resting for 4 days a week. I work full-time and often 50 hours per week. It is something I never imagined. I highly recommend it! HeeHee I want to advance knowledge about dialysis and transplant so that others can learn from my experience and mistakes. We shouldn't have to reinvent the wheel, eh? There is so much to be learned and experienced about our predicament. There are vast resources available to support us and enrich our lives but many patients don't know about them. There are also many issues that we have to deal with whether we want to or not. So I blog about them in www.DevonTexas.com All comments are confidential until I approve them. If you don't want your comment public, let me know and I will respect that. So, feel free to leave a comment. I also blog in LegacyTales in WordPress if you are interested in the ramblings of a Old Man. Give a peek and let me know what you think. https://legacytales.wordpress.com/ Enjoy.
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8 Responses to Dialysis and Love

  1. Sara says:

    oops, I see it on the blog; oh well…how do I send it just to you?

    • DevonTexas says:

      My bad. The comments, once approved, are automatically approved. I will check the settings to see what I can do. I moved your comment to another area where it can’t be viewed except by me. All’s good now, eh? Hope you are well, too. My eyes are SLOOOOOOWLY improving. But at least I can see to type. Thank goodness for that.

      I revised the settings so that ALL comments must be approved by me before they appear publicly. This will allow you to comment privately. My apologies for the error in the previous settings!

  2. Kay says:

    Hello: I’m new to this and I’m in need of your help. My boyfriend (33years old) received a Kidney transplant 8 years ago. What a Blessing it was. Just last week he became ill and went to the hospital. about week later he is still there. They’re doing all kinds a test. And it appears that his kidney is trying to reject. He has said to me that if this happens he is opting not to do dialysis. (This freaked me out)! I dnt know what to say are do for him. I feel helpless, scared, and just plain hurt. What can I do?

    • DevonTexas says:

      “I feel helpless, scared, and just plain hurt.” He does too. It’s difficult to accept the prospect of dialysis when you’ve had the blessing of a transplant but he can also get another in time. He’s young and has plenty to offer in that regard. Dialysis is a life-giving treatment; the same as a transplant. It’s a bit to get used to but so was getting used to a transplant. Get my point? I seriously considered giving up when my kidneys failed. The idea of going on dialysis at age 55 was not pleasant. That was five years ago. I’m 60 now and living a full life. Yes, I have a “part-time job” for about 14 hours a week, I go to a dialysis center where I get the treatment that allows me to live 168 hours a week. So, it’s far from “over”. I believe you can make him see this. You are just as helpless, scared and hurt as he is.

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