Tracey Walshaw's Transplant Transploration: Six Weeks Post Transplant.

Six Weeks Post Transplant!

We've started going out for daily walks.Its great to see the spring bulbs emerging...just like us!

Mart received a silver pin from the Transplant association for being a donor.There really is Snowman like Martyn!

Guess this is a pretty exclusive club to be in ...donating your kidney.But were really hoping more people consider it as an option for someone they love if there in kidney failure. You really can live healthily and well with one kidney .

This was Pete's job at out patients. He'd end up either pushing or pulling me and Laura around the hospital . The most tired of us got the chair!Suppose its abit like 'buy one get one free!' Don't feel sorry for him he loved it!

Well six weeks past transplant...whoopee do! I'm doing OK.Still got some persistent water infection but prescribed some antibiotics today...and hopefully this will also stop it affecting my creatin levels...I tell you what, you really get neurotic about your levels...thank God the hospital are on to it and rational headed. When your a transplant patient I think there is a tiny part of you, no matter how optimistic or good your experiences are, still feared about rejection. I know that's because once you begin to get your life back as your head and body clears the poisons from your system you just don't want to return to all that kidney failure brings. My infection could be something my polycystic kidneys have imported with them. I loving call them 'the ugly sisters' so in abit I think I'm going to be having an encouraging word with them.

I actually feel great affection for them as they did the best they could and soldiered on right to the end so I don't want them to feel rejected because of 'the new boy on the block'..the new boy being Marts kidney. I'm sure we can all cohabit the same body in harmony.So no stern words only words of encouragement...it really is like an adoption in a family.

Met a fantastic couple in clinic today.The lady was 76 years old and had her transplant last year...she was on dialysis for eighteen months previously. She was there with her husband of 52 years. She was telling me that when she was on the bland,restricted renal diet he went on it with her...and that attending dialysis three times a week meant she could not get her jobs done. I'd call her'Bloody Inspirational' on many levels. I've been humbled by many folks stories over the past few weeks.

Marts fine.Hes much better now he can drive..he only managed one day in my car before I caught him backing that 'truck' of his off the drive! Funny really its took 'our transplant' to slow us down enough to do the things we always said we do more of when we're older.I don't know, I guess ring fencing time seemed so hard before the transplant when we were working flat out.I guess its given us time to reflect and evaluate our time together.That doesn't mean we don't still get on each others nerves at time! Getting out for walks is at least a remedy for the stir crazy feeling whilst we've been semi quarantined. I still have to be cautious around folks who have contact with kids. infectious stuff and indeed kids them little selves. How can they be so cute and carry such germs I wonder?

Reflections;Day Seven Post Transplant;The Day I Escaped From Hospital.