Pages

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Watching Time Fly

I've had a lot going on lately hence the no posting. It's also meant I delayed getting my three month blood tests done till I was virtually at the fourth fifth month mark Let's split the difference at four and a half months.

I headed up to Foothills for the test although any lab would have done. I like the Foothills lab in the South Tower though. You never have to wait more than  5 minutes-at many of the other labs I've been to even with an appointment delays occur. Foothills I can walk in and poof...I'm in the next three people seen. They are just nicer there too. I don't know if its because they are used to more living donor patients (and recipients) but you are treated much more like a person there than at the other labs.

I haven't been to Foothills since my post surgery check up[ in late June. I really had a feeling of returning to the "scene of the crime" I found it funny how smells, signs and people I saw (like lab techs) brought back all the feelings and thoughts from when I was going through the testing period. Something felt anticlimactic in these test though. I care about the results-good results mean I am healthy and Righty is doing a good job. But before the donation the same tests seemed so much more important, like so much hinged on each drop of blood they drew. It is hard to explain. It was also strange looking at "kidney Donor" on my lab forms, instead of "possible kidney donor". Different doctor ordering the tests too-one I've never met or heard of. No more Dr S. I haven't talked to him in months either-time just moves on right?

Back to the tests: they told me when they sent the forms they were optional and that a copy would go to both my family doctor and a nephrologist (the weird name on the form). I can confirm nothing has gone to my family doctor EVER despite all assurances along the way that results would be shared. I went for my annual check up this year and she knew NOTHING about my donation. She got more than she bargained for when she asked casually "So...what's happened in the last year". I let her know about the kidney donation. What surprised me a little (and honestly was kind of nice) was that there was no fuss, no blinking, no questions. She simply asked if I was okay and was the recipient. I said I'm fine and let her know why I had no idea about the recipient. She didn't even raise an eyebrow-just said good for you and asked me which side so she could put it in the computer. Her only other comment about the subject was to let me know I could put vitamin E on the scar as long as it was still pinkish purple but when it turns white, don't bother. And she gave me her fax number to increase her odds of receiving future test results.

I did receive a call from the Living Donor program. Very strange to see a 403-944-.... number flash on the call display. They let me know I had the option of meeting with the nephrologist this time around to go over results. I hope that this doesn't mean anything bad. I did get the feeling it was optional but the fact that you traditionally don't learn test results unless there is a problem has me a smidge worried. But on the same note, it is within the realm of "normal" right now not to have 100% kidney function. Righty is still growing and catching up in her duties as uni-kidney. We'll see. I booked something for the end of the month-if anything I'd like to see what they have to say overall.

Otherwise for the most part I'm feeling good. My blood pressures been on the low side lately but I'm not sure what is causing that (it isn't the kidney thing-if anything that should make it higher than normal). If I still am feeling symptoms of low blood pressure at the appointment, I'll let them know.

I'm getting close to the first year anniversary of this all starting. On the eve of my 36th birthday all I can say is "Time Flies". It really does. Epically fast. Although I know several times in the last year I'd have begged to differ.

Monday, October 10, 2011

In the News: Sister's secret vow saves life of Victoria man


What I love about this story from the Vancouver Sun (aside from the happy ending) is the fact that so many positives were born from the original tragedy of this family losing a loved one. There are so many lessons in this story, from the importance of organ donation to the ripple effect it can have. It's not often you read an organ donation story involving both deceased donation and living donation so this one is pretty special. Who knows-maybe indirectly this family will go on to save a 7th life (or more) by influencing people to let their families know their wishes in the even of a tragic accident. Or even perhaps someone who reads this story will be inspired to look at living donation.


****************************************************************************
The last time I saw my 26-year-old nephew Regan Slater, he was lying brain-dead on a hospital bed in Manchester, England, as a transplant team cheerfully bustled around him.
I wasn't supposed to have seen that. Relatives are spared watching how quickly a medical team swoops in to begin harvesting organs. I had only returned to Regan's hospital room because of a forgotten key.
While initially taken aback by the light banter among nurses at my nephew's bedside, I left feeling hopeful. Something good was going to come out of our family's biggest tragedy. Without hesitation, Regan's parents had consented to him being an organ donor. My nephew's death after a biking accident on Aug. 19, 2006, meant five gravely ill people would live.
Three months after Regan died, my sister received a thank-you card from one of the anonymous organ recipients.
"This is one of the most difficult things I have ever had to write," it said. "I will never be able to understand the pain and loss that you must be feeling at this time. I am a father of two young children, a loving husband and son. My kidneys failed suddenly six years ago and I have been on dialysis ever since."
A second letter from a 57-year-old woman who received Regan's liver followed: "I have hesitated writing to you because I did not want to intrude on your grief. I am hoping that what I have to say may be of some comfort. ... Your precious gift has changed my life and given hope and joy to me and my family."
Their stories solidified what everyone in our family believed: that my sister, Denise, and her ex-husband Bert, had been right to give consent for their eldest child, of three, to be an organ donor. All of Regan's donated organs saved lives. But the story didn't end there. Five years after his death, Regan is being credited with helping save a sixth life, this time in his hometown of Victoria.
My other sister, Debbie Pemberton, had read the thank-you letters forwarded by the UK transplant team. Unbeknownst to the rest of the family, she promised herself that if she ever heard of someone who needed a kidney, she would donate one of hers in Regan's memory.
On Sept. 26, Debbie fulfilled that promise. My 53-year-old sister was wheeled into an operating room St.
Paul's Hospital in Vancouver to become a live transplant donor. Her left kidney is now inside a man she initially barely knew but today considers a good friend.
Mark White, a 50-year-old mechanic in Victoria, had been on dialysis for four years. He would sit hooked up to a dialysis machine for four hours at a time to remove the waste and excess water from his blood.
"It was brutal," said Mark. "It keeps you alive but it doesn't give you quality of life."
Mark suffered from polycystic kidney disease, an inherited disorder in which cysts form on the kidneys, causing them to become enlarged. His late father had it.
Last year, Mark's 52-year-old sister, Diane, died from complications while on the kidney-transplant waiting list. Mark's twin brother also has the disease, and Mark's 19year-old son is showing signs that he too has it. Since there is no treatment to stop cysts from growing, the disease gets slowly worse and results in kidney failure.
There are 325 British Columbians on the kidney-transplant waiting list. To get on the list they would have to have lost 90 per cent of their kidney function. If those not yet on dialysis were added, the number of people needing a kidney would swell to approximately 800 , said Dr. David Landsberg, medical director of the renal transplant program for B.C. Transplant.
Last year, about 120 kidney transplants were performed in B.C. - half from deceased donors and half from living donors. In two cases in 2010, individuals anonymously volunteered to donate a kidney to complete strangers.
Since everyone in Mark's immediate family suffers from kidney disease, no one could donate a healthy kidney. His wife, Anita, was willing but she wasn't the right blood type, and health issues also prevented her from being a donor. Mark had been told his wait could be up to eight years, and his time was running out.
As a temporary solution, both of Mark's kidneys were removed last January, tying him closer to the dialysis machine. His treatments went from three times a week to every other day. "I was fearful how much longer he would have," said Anita.
"That's when Mark and I had serious discussions about the future."
Mark and my sister were passing acquaintances when she decided to give him one of her kidneys. They had been briefly introduced years earlier by Anita, a volunteer at Greater Victoria Police Victim Services, where Debbie used to work.
D ebbie researched how to become a live donor and called Anita to find out Mark's blood type. Debbie didn't ask me, our sister, Denise, and our two brothers, so much as tell us of her decision. Everyone was on board. "My family was surprised.
Almost speechless but also supportive," Debbie recalls.
Although they were the same blood type, both Mark and Debbie had further testing to ensure they were a good match. "When Anita first told me, 'Debbie wants to give you a kidney,' I was just dumbfounded," said Mark. "All I could say was, 'Wow.' "
Mark and Debbie got to know each other as the operation date drew near, and she shared the story of Regan, Anita said.
Debbie's operation took place one Monday morning, while Mark and Anita waited nervously, hoping she would be OK.
Both Debbie and Mark were assigned their own medical teams, which were kept separate to avoid any conflicts of interest. The donor team's priority is ensuring the donor is safe, Debbie's donor transplant co-ordinator Cynthia Davies explained.
The rule applies until the moment a kidney is removed. If something came up that would be a detriment to Debbie's health, the operation would stop. Mark's operation would only begin after the donor team gave the OK for the recipient team to start. Luckily, both operations were a success.
Within hours, tests showed Mark wasn't rejecting the kidney.
Interviewed while the two were in hospital late last month, Anita cried when she talked about seeing an ultrasound showing Debbie's kidney functioning well in Mark's body. Mark, who was up and walking around the day after the surgery, said he still finds it surreal knowing he won't have to do dialysis again and is free to resume his old lifestyle.
When I consider this altruistic gift from my sister to someone she barely knew, I can't help but think back to our shared childhood. Debbie and I are just two years apart. We grew up in a family of five children in a southern Ontario community, with parents who immigrated from England. Our parents valued kindness and often talked about how we needed to support one another.
My sister didn't ask me to write this story. Both Debbie and Mark agreed for one reason - to encourage others to sign an organ-donation consent form. B.C. is one of the first provinces to provide an online registry, which takes only two minutes to complete and requires just knowing your CareCard number.
The day of their surgeries I went to the website (transplant.bc.ca) and did something I've been meaning to do for five years - I signed my organ-donor card.
kpemberton@vancouversun.com


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

October

October has always been my favourite month. When I was a kid, I had 2 friends (as well as myself) and 5 family members (including my Dad) with birthday. That equalled a lot of cake and parties. Throw in Thanksgiving, the wonderful leaves (especially in Ontario) and October was a pretty great thing.

It's also been a month where big, life changing things have happened in my life. Thanksgiving 2005, I was maid of honour in my friends wedding-it was a beautiful wedding for a wonderful couple but I was miserable. I was also unemployed and starting to give up on whether or not I'd ever find a job again (dramatic I know but if you've been in that position more than a few weeks, you know how it feels). But two weeks later (on my 30th birthday no less) I finally got a job offer-for a job I really wanted. Fast forward a year. On October 6, 2006, I moved to Calgary which was probably the smartest thing I've done in my adult life.It was also the biggest, scariest thing I've done (and another thing that left my family and friends thinking I was crazy).  Ironically the move came 24 hours after probably the single worst event/day of my life-which very few of you know about. It was a tough time but I made it through and Calgary has become my home. I've done really well here-something I think set the stage for another huge event in my life-the "Kidney Thing".

Someone recently said to me that while they think they could go through with donating a kidney to a stranger from a medical perspective, they just couldn't right now with where they are in their lives. They thought that  they sounded selfish in saying that and apologized for it. It really isn't selfish though-its the truth. If you told Lauren of 2005 that in under 6 years she'd be donating her kidney, she would have thought you were nuts. I wasn't capable of even thinking about something like that then. My head was somewhere else (virtually underwater actually). I had a quarter of the confidence I do now. I was a very different person. Even as recently as 3 years ago I don't think I would have considered it-I didn't have the stability and the support I do now.

I think last October when I made the choice to contact the Living Donor program, it wasn't just about seeing something on TV and looking into it. I'm sure I've heard other donation stories over the last few years that didn't even stick with me because I wasn't open to the possibility. It wasn't the right time for me to hear the message and ponder the possibility that I could do something like that. Timing really is everything. Last October something hit me right. Something compelled me. And here we are. Friday is the four month anniversary of the end result of that decision last year - Leftie moving into his new home. I'm feeling great and optimistic about what the next opportunities are around the corner-seeing what this October will bring me.