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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYHRnc6cSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674628064123111581</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:22:17.919-08:00</updated><category term="kidney transplant" /><category term="transplant" /><category term="angioplasty" /><category term="dialysis" /><category term="blood pressure" /><category term="numbing cream" /><category term="side-effects" /><category term="fistula" /><category term="needles" /><category term="Kidney Failure" /><category term="ESRD" /><category term="lidocaine" /><category term="Restless Leg Syndrome" /><category term="Davita" /><category term="EPO" /><category term="fluid" /><category term="Nocturnal Dialysis" /><category term="emla cream" /><category term="tacrolimus" /><category term="emla" /><category term="Phenegran" /><category term="FDA" /><category term="prayer" /><title>TACRO</title><subtitle type="html">Living the Real Second Life</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sahmnsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sahmnsays.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Sahmnsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556807263236725372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mpeFZmCxhE/SyjEKQqdhPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/trEMaMey6VI/S220/CameraPics+042.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Tacro" /><feedburner:info uri="tacro" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEANRXo5fSp7ImA9WxFSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4674628064123111581.post-1100231869709695999</id><published>2010-04-12T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:59:54.425-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-12T01:59:54.425-07:00</app:edited><title>Mid April 2010</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So yes, its been a while since the last update. The graft (organ) is still going strong. And I got taken off a couple of more medications. Still waiting for word on white cell count recovery. Tomorrow (or should I say today), I'll be seeing one of the 2 head coordinators for the UW transplant team. The other half is the surgeon who did my operation. The doctor half is Dr. Connie Davis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; She's the type that looks intimidating because of her height. I am easily intimidated by people who are shorter than I am and have medical degrees. Thats just me, and I'm getting over it lol. But she is an awesome doctor, seriously, I am thankful God put her into my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You know, I can't help but talk about God, as you can see. I just can not imagine going through any of this without Him. On my own I suppose it would have been a losing battle. A. Because I cannot stand needles and B. I cannot stand needles. But really, there has got to be a source of the supernatural in there to give power to overcome this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The sun is out in Seattle. The temperature is leveling off to a decent 50. I hope Monday brings good news. Will post a status on Fb soon. There's nothing to say except, have a beautiful and blessed rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-1100231869709695999?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; January went by so fast, I can't remember what we did or if we did anything of significance, aside from living the normal, suburban life. I do recall getting my Tacrolimus increased which is fine with me. What DID we do in January??? LOL! OH! My children started Junior Bible Quizzing and won third place :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; February is coming to a close, and with a &amp;nbsp;roar might I add. No pun intended. Started the month with a viral infection that almost killed me. Thank God, its getting treated now with oral medication. The pain was pretty harsh though. I'd rather go through another angioplasty WITHOUT anesthesia again, than to have to go through all of what happened. The virus is called CMV and is common among children. As you get older your immune system eventually suppresses it enough, so that you don't have any recurring infections. Transplantee's and other patients who are on immunosuppresive drugs are mainly at risk for reactivated CMV infection. I think the virus count in my blood got to about 8000 before I finally complained about the pain lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pain and I are good friends. We get along nicely on one hand, and on the other I tend to squeeze the Lord's... and I'm sure you might be able to see my nail marks on His hands ;) &amp;nbsp;CMV affects everyone differently. You may feel symptoms throughout your body but mainly it affects the abdominal,&amp;nbsp;esophagus areas. And thats where it affected me. If you've ever experienced having an ulcer, think of a CMV infection as having 40 ulcers going off all at once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CMV can be treated by oral or intravenous medications. I'm on an oral one and it seems to be working. I feel 100% better and the pain is quite gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MARCH is just 48 hours away. I'm not quite ready for it yet. March being my birth month and all. When you have been sick for a very long time, you tend to count your days and live each one as though it were your last. When that is taken away (not saying its a bad thing), you tend to look at life with a different set of eyes. I no longer see life being stuck in a 4 cornered room 8 hours a day, 3 times a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I now see life beyond the horizon. And it is, B-E-A utiful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-6876302019215582300?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Get to live in the main part of the infamous 'convergence zone'&lt;br /&gt;
- Sales Tax is lower than King, Pierce and Snohomish counties&lt;br /&gt;
- Population growth is tempered by the Whidbey Naval Base&lt;br /&gt;
- Did I mention the traffic is significantly milder than down hither?&lt;br /&gt;
- Closer to the Robinsons of Anacortes&lt;br /&gt;
- My son would say he'd died and gone to heaven listening and watching all the military planes&lt;br /&gt;
- Get away from certain relatives, not naming names.&lt;br /&gt;
- Wouldn't have to worry about traffic..oh yeah I said that already&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This week went by faster than latkes at a Sabbath dinner. I so enjoy seeing relatives that have been hibernating since before Barack Obama became president. Thats always a great thing. And what I mean is, face to face. Facebook is well and good, but nothing like the real thing right? I'm thirsty right now for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Been frustrated as of late. Won't go into detail, just keep me in your prayers tonight. So ready for the Lord to come back, anxiously waiting. Meanwhile, His work continues. I'd like to be a part of that Great Commission. During the next couple of weeks I'm sure many of you, including yours truly will be re-evaluating our year and what we have learned, what we have gained in wisdom and knowledge, past mistakes, past successes, blessings, trials and future goals.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; One thing I have learned this past month, busy-ness, has consequences. Sooner or later, we forget to keep the main thing, THE MAIN THING. And the main thing is to Love God, and Love your neighbors. I've been guilty of harboring anger against fellow brethren and I do not want that to keep me out of heaven. Of course who doesn't love the hustle and bustle of Christmas?!!! An extrovert by nature, I am not one to shy away from having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But again I say, busy-ness, has its consequences. I am guilty of the 'Martha' syndrome. This coming year I want to learn to be a 'Mary'. Sitting at the feet of the One who is gracious, and loving, and willing to let me start over again. Will you join me? It only takes one step. Every step you take, He'll take leaps and bounds to be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-5931161517898661792?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, I realize that November has passed, but Thanksgiving will never. So this is an extension of my gratitude to a loving Father. This is His time. This is His celebration. Salvation is the greatest gift human kind could ever hope to receive. And we ought to receive it, for He is offering it to us. We who are unworthy, can be recipients of the richest gift of all time, of all ages.....He, Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-2860064874023747878?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I renamed this blog Tacro after one of my medications, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tacrolimus"&gt;Tacrolimus&lt;/a&gt; the brand name being Prograf. It is the main anti-rejection pill (along with some others) that I take in order to prevent, well, rejection.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its a potent drug, with side effects ranging from the 'shakies' (tremors) to intense headaches, of both I have experienced, (and have not enjoyed). Though the shakies are somewhat amusing. I, who have scoffed at tremors in other clinical patients, am now a first class, shaky myself. In other news, unrelated to kidney disease, the weather in the Pacific Northwest has officially turned, soggy. The ground, the roof, the air, my driveway....all soggy. They should add another climate term right after 'rainy and cloudy'....and 'soggy' fits the bill. Daily life around here is back to some semblence of normalcy. Our family is functioning according to the amount of prednisone I have in my blood stream. I am tempted to put a Mommy Mood Gauge of some sorts on the wall, just as a precaution to my dear love ones. They need not anticipate a surprise visit from the Mother from....well...you know...if they can see it on the wall, they can prepare.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cynism aside however, and I blame the negativity on medication, easy out, right? Really, it has been a fun experience rediscovering who I am, and how kidney disease has re-defined yet re-affirmed some things in my life. Faith in a real, tangible, loving God, faith in His Word and seeing it come alive in front of my very own eyes, the power of prayer.....these have been re-affirmed and refreshed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The redefinition comes in the form of actual, physical manifestations. I literally feel, brand spanking new. And thats not metaphor for my spiritual body, I'm talking about my flabby, 30 lbs over weight, over-eating, medicine junkie, physical body. There's no lingering weakness in my joints and muscles anymore. And certain, female attributes, of which I will not indulge in a public forum, are functioning again. I'm able to look at a life of opportunity without the constraints of physical weakness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's a great place to be, expecting wonderful things, being on the edge of welcoming something wonderful and not knowing what it will be. There are things that remain the same however, the God whom I serve, His Word,&amp;nbsp; my family, the people who've supported us every step of the way. They remain the foundation. And I'm thankful that I can build upon something that won't sink, that won't crumble or fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-4195483717222405476?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All the cares of this life were taking a toll on my poor husband and I could see it in his face. Kept praying, kept watching, just kept on walking minute by minute, day by day, doing my best to serve Him and be the Keeper. Finally I remember going to bed that night and of course checking out FB, read a bunch of encouraging posts from all you lovely people out there and decided, 'You know what? I am going to just LET IT ALL GO!'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday morning, woke up to a gorgeous sunny Seattle Fall day. Air wasn't as crisp as it is now, but still chilly;) Church went awesome! New location, people hungry for the Word, and saints truly worshiping. Something was a little different though. Wasn't worrying over things like bills, kid's education, dialysis. No, actually enjoyed His presence without that nagging bit.&lt;br /&gt;-Went home and kissed husband goodbye before he went to work. Just a nice leisurely Sunday afternoon with my daughters. Bud went with Aunty and cousins to a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;-It's about 10pm-ish and the phone rings. Its my nephew calling to say they were dropping Bud off home now. They're near Enchanted Village. Alright, great! The girls, "ohhh, we were having such a nice QUIET evening" haha... seriously though, they need a break from the electricity.&lt;br /&gt;-Phone rang again at 10:25pm, Blocked Call it says. Do I answer? Usually not. But blocked calls could mean my sister in law in Hawaii, OR friend from church. Fine, I'll answer.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the University of Washington, may I speak with Wendy Cacho?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes this is her"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, my name is Jennifer and we're calling to let you know that we have a possible kidney for you"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious? Is this a joke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no?!" (and she repeats her prior statement)"Will you be able to get here tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"WILL I???!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And it is at this time when I tell both girls, who eavesdrop on EVERY phone call in this house, that "It's the UW and they have a kidney for me!!"&lt;br /&gt;Both girls shout, jump, dance and scream. It is a memory that is branded in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I'll be there within the hour! Thank YOUUUU!"&lt;br /&gt;More jumping and screaming ensues. Oh no, no van. No ride! Wait a minute, Aunty's coming over right? Gotta call the Aunty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Ate Sheila! Guess what?! UW called and they have kidney, but I don't have a ride, can you take me and let the kids stay at your house till Mike comes home?"&lt;br /&gt;More screaming ensues. Made phone calls to the Seagraves and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;-11pm Kids are settled at cousins and Sheila and I are on the freeway just praising God and talking about His goodness. Because this is not just my victory, this is hers and yours also!&lt;br /&gt;-Arrival at the hospital, butterflies in my tummy, got the entire heavens listening to my one meager plea and I'm sure the Lord is just smiling away. The Seagraves arrived before I did and what a sight to see! Heart swelled up with so much love for God's people. They are there to stay till husband gets home and can come. Wasn't kidding when I told them that they're my 2nd set of parents.&lt;br /&gt;"Pastor, you weren't kidding when you said that healing would come soon." This was a few weeks before that he had said that to me. Another person arrives in emergency room, and he is the recipient of the other kidney from the same donor. Pastor helps them to their room and comes back with a funny tale. The other patient's wife seems to think that I am the Seagraves' daughter. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;- Doctors from the transplant team come in and out of the room with news, or no news. Sister Seagraves and I dose off a bit and can't stop talking about His goodness. Dose off, talk, dose off, talk. This went on for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;-Husband arrives, Seagraves go home to get rest and we spend the early morning of September 21, 2009, sleeping. That's right. Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Doc arrives with some news. The kidney isn't perfect but its in good shape. The donor had diabetes but was managed very well. Husband looks very worried. Surgeon comes in with more details. He says that the entire team is divided as to whether or not I should take it. I tell them to give me more time to talk to my husband and family. Call the Seagraves at about 8:30am and explain.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Sister Wendy, you could look at it this way. That kidney is going into a Holy Ghost filled body!"&lt;br /&gt;That did it for me. But what about Mike?&lt;br /&gt;"Pastor could you please talk to my husband? I don't want to do anything until I know he's 100% behind me in this decision."&lt;br /&gt;Thank the good Lord for the Seagraves.&lt;br /&gt;-Surgeon comes back and I tell him YES, I'll do it! New problem. The OR is booked until the early afternoon. Its okay I say, I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;-Its afternoon and Sister Seagraves can tell that I'm getting nervous. So we have one last prayer meeting of sorts before they wheel me down to never-never land. I must mention, that although I write with great urgency, the peace of the Lord was there. It was as tangible as the air that I was breathing.&lt;br /&gt;-Arriving into recovery was tricky. And you know when you're coming out of anesthesia? You say the FUNNIEST THINGS! And when you get the chance you can ask the Seagraves or my husband what it was I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-Recovery is going well. Being pumped with anti-rejection medication, what they call the "BIG GUNS". My immune system is vulnerable and I'm a little nervous. The Lord knows and He hears.&lt;br /&gt;-I finally notice how HUGE the incision is. Now I understand what C-section must be like. UGH lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Team of doctors show up 2 times a day and one of them gives me the 'Rockstar' status, whatever that means;)&lt;br /&gt;-Can't keep still. Gotta move move move. Start to take walks around the floor at 3am in the morning. The nurses are getting used to my routine apparently because I hear one of them say, "There she goes!" hehe.&lt;br /&gt;-Ballooned to 180 pounds mostly fluid and I look..like..a...HOUSE! Seagraves stop by before they leave for General Conference that evening. Isn't it wonderful how God worked out the timing for them to be here when the call came??? That's is ALL God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-YAY i can eat solids today! But all I can keep down is chicken noodle soup. Dietitians tell me I can slowly start eating normal again soon. When's soon? My guts are slowly waking up from surgery they tell me, so don't over do it. At this point I'm already nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;-Starting to notice side effects of medication. Burning hands and feet. Hot flashes. Oh did I mention the cathetar? Well I won't go that indepth but yes I had one for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;-Now this may sound gross to you FYI, but kidney patients who are on dialysis, don't urinate. Oh some do, but its not good urine. So the last time I ever did was back in July of 2007. So don't ever take your body for granted people! Anyhoo, the kidney was working! And when they took it (cathetar) out, I felt like a toddler in potty training. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-In laws pay a visit. And father in law is a happy camper. He worships God right in front of us and I am blessed that he is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-It's Lizzy's 10th birthday. And I'm in the hospital. Crying ensues. But that child has got a heart of GOLD. She's not phased at all.&lt;br /&gt;"But Mom, this is the best present ever! You have a kidney!" Are you crying yet? Because I am.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, Grandma took care of everything! YAY FOR GRANDMA!!&lt;br /&gt;-Doc arrives and I can go home tomorrow! Everything looks good. Blood work looks great! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-All the tubes and needles come out including a pickline that was in my neck. Don't mean to complain, but going to the bathroom every 20 minutes is not conductive for good sleep. Eyes are bloodshot and I still look and feel like a house. But the fluid is leaving no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;-Get educated about the medications I'll be taking. Tremors?? Mood swings? WEIGHT GAIN?!!! Oh Lord give me strength!&lt;br /&gt;-Family arrives and children are ecstatic. Husband is hovering like Mother Goose and I'm enjoying every minute of it Thank you very much. These are my caretakers. And they are the BEST EVER;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;-Moving faster now. Still need help getting up and stuff. Today is my 5th clinical appointment since surgery and am getting used to the routine. Don't have to go to the bathroom as much because most of the fluid is gone. Actually all of it. I notice my skin tone and notice that its not so bland anymore. The side effects of the medication are taking its toll and I cry at the drop of a hat. Poor hat. Tremors are in full force and I can't hold anything without thinking will I drop this hehe.&lt;br /&gt;-At least I can type THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;-So Wendy, what have you learned throughout this entire ordeal? I've learned that when you take God at His word, and believe and act on His promises, expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was a long read. Hopefully, you've been encouraged. I always like to say, that this wasn't just my victory. This was yours too. 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April was a bit of a bust as far as blogging is concerned. Well, I highly doubt that this blog will ever amount to much . It is here for my personal ventilations regarding dialysis. I do not keep a written or an electronic journal of any sort (aside from this).  At least I know that my entries will be saved on some far off server somewhere in North America and NOT on my 5 year old Dell PC.&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way for as long as we've owned it, has been a workhorse. I'm pleasantly surprised that it has lasted this long. We vacuum it every other month or use a leaf blower (I kid you not) to blast the dust out.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made a change to my run schedule. For the past month I've been skipping Friday nights and running on Saturday late mornings. I noticed that it helped tremendously with my energy level on Sundays and Mondays (days when I am most active). Usually by the time Sunday rolls around, I am groggy, tired and miserable. I won't even mention how I feel on Monday mornings. I usually have to wait the whole day (on Mondays) before I can get to the clinic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this schedule works out. Had to procure a babysitter on the other days when DH is at work. Its nice to be able to be at home during the evenings. DH and DC are all here, and we can enjoy din-din together. I've missed it. We usually have family dinners on Thursday, Saturday and Tuesdays (if we get home early from church). But other than that one of us was always missing. Hopefully this will liven things up a bit around here.&lt;br /&gt;And MIRACLE of miracles! I received my approval letter for Kidney Transplant last week!!!!! HALLELUJAH:) I'm technically on the waiting list but on a hold status. As soon as my dental is cleared and I see the Transplant surgeon, I should be getting my pager and/or cell phone...is what they're telling me. Which means, no traveling out of town for a while!!! Hey, for something like this, I think I can make the sacrifice huh?&lt;br /&gt;The house is about 80% decluttered and simplified. Not that I'm worried, but not having to think about cleaning and decluttering when I'm trying to go back and forth to the hospital, will help immensely. It'll help the kids no doubt, they'll know where everything is and I won't look like a headless chicken running around trying to find, whatever needs finding.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much, for your prayers by the way. God hears, and He truly, really, honestly, whole-heartedley (sp?) answers!! HE REALLY DOES! I've been trying to get on the Waiting list for 6 years. Enduring this long can only mean one thing. God is Working! Please continue to keep us in your prayers. And may I ask this one thing. When you do pray, pray that God's will would be done concerning my health. I want to do whatever He leads me to do. So far, He has opened the door for transplant, and so I am going to walk through it, by faith.&lt;br /&gt;FYI- Having a kidney transplant is not a cure for Kidney Failure. It is just another form of dialysis albiet it is an organ, (and for that matter, all kidneys 'dialyize'). There are risks involved for both the donor (if living) and the recipient. There are medications that can have ICKY side effects. And the cost of the medications are PHENOMENAL... However, a kidney transplant is always a better treatment option than traditional dialysis.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, starting to sound like a brochure now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4674628064123111581-7911790351176188648?l=sahmnsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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