I have Chronic Kidney Disease. More specifically, a condition called glomerulosclerosis. This incredibly long word (brilliant for Scrabble!) simply means that parts of the inside of my kidneys (the glomeruli) are scarred (sclerosed), and therefore, don’t work.
I am currently fortunate to have a working transplant (as of October 8th 2016!), but prior to this, I spent time on peritoneal dialysis (PD) with a glomerular filtration rate (eGFR), of 3, which equates to about 3% of normal healthy kidneys.
So how did I get to this point?
I had initially written this story as one post, but it just got longer and longer until it was absolutely ridiculous, so I’ve resorted to splitting it up into chapters!
- Chapter I: When it isn’t the flu.
- Chapter II: Waiting when you don’t know what you’re waiting for.
- Chapter III: Moving on, and getting there.
- Chapter IV: Here we go again.
- Chapter V: A paper tiger?
- Chapter VI: Life in a box fort.
- Chapter VII: 18 missed calls, and a tram.
- Chapter VIII: Billy the Kid.
- Chapter IX: Nothing that ends in a gift ends in nothing.
- Chapter X: Normality?