Well, in the blink of an eye my transplant was postponed to I don't know when. Thanks to matters out of my control, I got a uti and needed antibiotics. Anything that could have gone wrong, has, and now I get to play the waiting game again- only this time with a suppressed immune system. It didn't matter that I took my cranberry pill every single day, took my meds, drank a stupid amount of water every day and whatever else they advise you to do to prevent these things, I still got one. I am devastated.
The worst part wasn't the crying and the migraine that followed, or the back and forth with my dialysis team trying to figure out where to go from here as I'm bumbling through tears while waiting for my transplant team to make a decision. It wasn't even telling my friends and family members the news- it was the fact that I did everything right and things turned out this way anyways.
The closest thing to a potential date is a month away, assuming my donor can even do it. This last month alone has been one of the hardest I've had this year, since my entire body just decided to break. My family keeps telling me that everything will be okay, but they're not the ones going to the doctors sometimes multiple times a week because something happened. I've gotten to a point where I feel like I'm losing my mind. It's basically a juggling act that I can't seem to win, and I'm tired of losing. Hopefully I'll know more tomorrow, but until then, to hook up to my machine I go.