I wanted to follow up with what happened with the Transplant team last week. First of all, shame on me for expecting something else. Since I was off the list for two years and just reinstated last fall, I had never gone through an annual meeting. I thought when I talked with the nurse coordinator, that this was pre-prep for surgery and my time had come. I had built up such anxiety over this appointment. Woefully wrong on my part. It was just an annual humiliation. That is what I am calling it.
If you remember from my last post, the nurse coordinator was not clear on anything. However, she said that my weight was a big deal and that the surgeon was going to look at my belly and decide whether or not they could do surgery. My interpretation was: in the NEAR future. Wrongo……
I actually did lose 18 pounds in 38 days. I was very proud to do that. I am going to try to continue, but not as drastically.
We get there, and I am sooooo wound up, I started to cry. And went to the bathroom, and calmed myself. The waiting room we were sent to was completely empty, included no admission person. We were admitted previously in another area and then sent there. We waited for another 15 minutes for someone to come out. The first thing they did was weigh me. I was prepared to fight and brought pictures of my scale from home. But their scale matched mine. Then, I had to walk fast between two line three times. I had to do it under 6 seconds; I did it in 3 each time. Then we went into a room and the nurse went through all the vitals and so forth.
I did tell her and anyone who would listen what the nurse coordinator had said. Just to review, the NC said, “my weight was an issue and not to have much hope.”
The next doctor was this young dude who is very arrogant three years ago. He has mellowed some. He put me through a battery of questions about my physical abilities. One series of questions was “can you walk for a short period of time”?, yes I can…”for a half mile?”, yes I can, “mile?”….pause yes, “two miles without stopping?”… I wanted to say, can you? I was waiting for “uphill, both ways?” He asked a lot of questions and then said that he was ok with things and listed what else I had to do for upcoming tests. And then he said, "and you will have to do this for the next couple of years." You could hear my heart break. It was just an annual evaluation, and that I have at minimum, two more years before I would be in the upper rotation.
We waited for a long time for the next person, which was supposed to be the surgeon. This old curmudgeon came in and explained that the doctor was in surgery, and he was not coming. He would evaluate me. I hopped up on the table to be examine and he pulled up my shirt and down my shorts. My husband was sitting right there and he was not amused with this guy at all. He poked my belly like the Pillsbury Dough Boy and I wish I had giggled like him, but I was too humiliated. He showed where the incision would be and then in medical terms said I was fat. We talked about bariatric surgery and the snafu I went through and he said he would talk to my Nephrologist about it. He seemed to say that if I lost weight, I would get a transplant faster. In other words, we don’t like fatties because they get infected easily……
I got down and I start asking about the supposed Davinci arm they have for robotic surgery for people of size. This was what they told me 3 and half years ago. Seems they are not using it… he went on for a while and honestly all I heard was buzzing. I have been fed a line of crap since I started with them. I asked if I lost weight would that move me up, and he said maybe. What kind of BS is this? We kept talking and I said something about me doing home hemo dialysis and his whole demeanor changed. He went on about how HHD patients are the best because they are so disciplined and careful. I thought, "you old SOB, you obviously did not read my chart before you came in."
Next was the social worker, and she was nice. At this point, I was fed up I do not even remember what we talked about.
Then the dietician came in. OMG, is anyone looking at my Chart? She was a young person and very nice. She had no idea about who I was or my history. I know there are notes in my chart that my nephrologist has put in about my diet and previous weight loss and how I work with newly diagnosed CKD patients. I talked about plant based and all the work I have done in Renal nutrition. We talked about bariatric surgery and she is against it. At this point we had been there four hours and I was done.
I have to have the next round of heart tests, nuclear and echo and EKG, and then nothing until next year. Two more years of HHD. I will be honest, I was devasted. The Nurse Coordinator was right about not having hope, because they took it away in a heartbeat. I know lots of you reading this are like, “get over it chickee, I have been on dialysis for 20 years…” Right now, I am not overly excited about doing HHD for years. I put such hope in that visit thinking I was going to be up for transplant, that right now, I have to adjust to the reality. I do know I did talk to EVERYONE about patient-centered care and hinted that they ALL could take some lessons.
Now I am waiting to hear when I will have the heart tests done. The first time they did them, they screwed up things so bad and I was disqualified for transplant. The second time, I had NONE of the issues the first tests showed. So now I will worry about them screwing this up again. For now, I am on still on the list for transplant.