My kidney disease manifested due to taking Lithium for Bipolar Disorder. Lithium was the best option soon after I was diagnosed about 35 years ago. After 14 years on it, blood work revealed my kidneys were adversely affected, and I had to get off it immediately. Since that time, I’ve taken numerous different meds and had multiple treatments in an effort to stabilize my mood. Unfortunately, instead of becoming balanced, I’ve experienced severe treatment resistant depression more than not, especially as I’ve aged. (I’m 59.) I’ve been on disability for it for five years and don’t work anymore.
When I found out in March that my GFR had decreased to 19 and that I needed to start the process of preparing for a transplant, I was shocked and scared. Maybe I overreacted? I’m really worried not only about the surgery, but also what’s in store for me post transplant. I’ve read about the med regimen and side effects that I’ll likely encounter. I’m already taking a slew of psychiatric meds which cause side effects, like low energy, tiredness, dizziness, etc. And when I’m in a depressive cycle, which is about 70% of the time, I am paralyzed and become a recluse. I’m unable to leave my home and go out. I usually postpone any doctor appointments and don’t make any social plans. I don’t get out and walk or do any exercise, which I realize is definitely really important for my overall health pre and post transplant.
So, I’m very concerned about the after transplant numerous doctor visits. I wonder how I will get myself to go if I’m depressed. But, I understand how critical these visits are and that I cannot cancel or postpone them.
I’m very fortunate that my husband has been approved as my donor — I realize how amazing the odds were for him to be a match. But, I do feel guilty that I’m not more excited about our journey. The tentative plan is surgery in January 2023 since that is the best time for my husband to take off work for a month while we both begin recovery.
However, even with everything falling into place, I still want to postpone the surgery. Frankly, the idea of it haunts me and weighs me down. I know I just need to buck up and do it. Be strong instead of weak and frightened. I’m just not there yet.
Any advice or comments are welcome. I’m so sorry this post is SO long. Thank you for reading it. I’m very grateful for this community — I’ve read lots of posts and have learned quite a bit…
Thank you!