Hello. I just joined this forum. I'm 45 years old and Stage 4. I was born with only one kidney (not in the right place either) and it's down to 18%. I've been on the transplant list for 7 months. My wife is wanting to donate to me as well. I've been dealing with this for two years now. I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't completely exhausted. I'm always tired, always sore and achy. And now my memory is starting to go. By Wed. my mind is worn out and I forget things and make mistakes. I'm also cold all the time.
I've dealt with a tremendous amount of anxiety, fear and sadness because of this. What sucks the most is that people can't just look at us and tell how sick we are. Save for weight loss, I look the same, but I feel horrible. My wife and father have been great. My best friend and brother are trying to understand. My employer and co-workers however have been incredibly cold and unsympathetic to me. They've made no effort to understand or even inquire how I feel. I actually feel like I'm being targeting by my boss who has tried his best to create a hostile environment. It's frustrating because I'm not myself and I'm being kicked when I'm down.
Early on in my diagnosis I reached out to other CKD folks through social media, but it scared me and I stopped. However, reading some of these posts has literally made me cry. Just seeing that there are others out there who are dealing with the same challenges and symptoms that I am...it's made me feel less alone. I literally stayed up last night reading stuff until I couldn't keep my eyes open any more.
Besides the unknown and the waiting, the hardest part of all of this has been the feeling of loneliness and isolation. For one day, I wish I could look as bad as I feel so maybe people would understand what I'm going through. How hard it is for me to even stand for long periods of time. I work in nonprofit development, so I have some long days and it's tough. My employer has made no adjustments or concessions for me at all.
It may sound strange, but, I keep thinking I just have to wait for the "other guy." I'm not myself any more. But, I know on the other side of the transplant, there's another me waiting. One that has energy and is sharper and stronger. I just have to hold on until he gets here.