RenoGal's blog: "Poetry"

Hello everyone and Merry Christmas!! I hope this letter finds you well. It's been a long year of trials and tribulations. This time last year I was in the hospital fighting to survive. My kidney transplant had rejected and I was slowly slipping. I was sent to the transplant hospital in San Francisco to see if anything could be done to save the transplant. The doctors kept me there for four days. Finally they told me there was nothing they could do so I was sent back home. Once I was home the kindney doctors here started me back on dialysis and I was starting to feel better. The day of my third treatment back I was not doing so well. It was also the day after Christmas. The nurses could not keep me awake. So they called the ambulance and took me to the hospital here. Once I had an I.V. in place the doctors sent me to get an MRI. Come to find out I had a blood clot in my lung. So heavy doses of blood thinners and close monitoring was started. I was very weak and tired. Days went by and so did the dialysis treatments. The doctors were doing the best they could to get me better and back to my old self again. Before I knew it New Years Eve was here. I had the best view of the fireworks and I also had my own room. Mom had brought me sparkling cider to celebrate. Also earlier that night my friend's had brought me my favorite food for dinner. Chicken nuggets. It was a great day and night. A few days later I was ready to go home. Home wasn't my home though. I was staying with my mom for the time being since I was still to weak to be on my own. I was going back to the clinic for dialysis but something was starting to go wrong with my arm. It was starting to swell and hurt really bad. So my surgeon and I decided to put a dialysis graft in my leg. Surgery was scheduled for February. Once I had the surgery done and the graft was placed in my leg I couldn't wait to start getting better dialysis. Well once again things were going to go wrong. The day I was supposed to have the techs at dialysis start using my leg, It was clotted. So I was scheduled to go in to the hospital and get my leg unclotted. Once my leg was unclotted and healed I was ready to have the tech’s use my leg. The first day was incredibly painful I was screaming and crying. The dialysis needles they use are very large, and I was not used to getting poked in my leg with needles. As time went on though my leg was getting used to it and so was I. It's a year later now and I am doing very well. Dialysis is going well and I am back to my old self. It's Christmas time again and here I am smiling and standing tall. God is wonderful and works in mysterious ways. I am thankful for his healing hand and that he has kept me here to spend another year with family and friends. So as I end this letter I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Always,Robin