My Dialysis Adventure

It all began in March 16th 2016, I had a cough and visited my GP. The sore feeling never seemed to leave my higher abdominal region. It led to further urine tests. There was unknown toxins in my bleeding kidney. So, I went to Majorca to get my mind off of things. I got a call off my biological transplant assistant junior doctor. Apparently I was diagnosed with kidney failure. I was ordered to make my way back to the UK immediately. But, I refused because I had my heart set on horse riding in Majorca, it was my wildest dream. Moreover, I was happily trotting until a mouse vividly approached the horse. The horse shuffled backwards in bewilderment, his 2 front legs dashed wildly in to the misty air. He jolted in a wheelie motion, I suddenly flipped in a 360 degree angle. I was bleeding everywhere, my husband was out buying coffee and no one was there to save me!!!! I choked wildly on my own blood cells. Then I died.

That is the story of my wife

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  • So sad to read this story, how brave of you to post your Wife's renal biography of that difficult time following diagnosis. It is so easy to understand why she wanted to escape the pressures of renal failure - I know I did. It really is a dreadful situation to find your self completely powerless against all the symptoms and just wanting some freedom to enjoy your "normal" life, but Sadly, the Renal Team DO know best ( in my experience) !

    Hopefully someone who has just been diagnosed and is feeling overpowered and has the urge to fly off will take note and be able to have a better quality of life under their care - thanks to your sharing your wife's sad passing,

    Thank you so much for this, I hope others find it and learn from it and that you can learn to move on to get a bit of enjoyment in life again - and hopefully be ably to enjoy remembering the happy times you shared - especially pre diagnosis.

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