The double-edged sword of not looking sick. 

When I was reading the NHS guidance on transplant recipients writing to donor families, I saw that we are allowed to include photographs of ourselves, provided they are free from identifying information like obvious landmarks, name badges, street signs or children in school uniform.

After doing some research on social media, I discovered that many people send two photos, one taken prior to transplant and one taken afterwards. The juxtaposition of these two pictures is often pretty shocking, and illustrates the dramatic and life-changing difference organ transplants make.

Initially, I considered doing the same thing. I thought that would allow my donor’s family to literally see the way they have changed my life. However when I looked for photos I realised that the before and after concept wasn’t going to work for me.

This is me the day before I was diagnosed.
This is me three weeks before I started dialysis.
This is me after I’d been on dialysis for just under a month.
This is me a week after my transplant.
This is me yesterday. 😛

Disregarding irrelevant things like hairstyle, makeup, mild weight fluctuation, lighting and ridiculous yet irresistible Snapchat filters, it’s not difficult to see the point I’m trying to make. I don’t look sick. I don’t think I ever really did.

The only exception to this is the period in 2011 when I was on high doses of Prednisone. Obviously that did cause me to gain a lot of weight, and I have written about this in a separate post, as it affected me a lot.

Of course people who know me very well, or who are medical professionals (or patients themselves) might have been able to tell something was up, but to a casual observer I have always looked pretty much the same. Like I suppose you’d expect a healthy person my age to look.

This has been both a good and a bad thing.

One on hand, perhaps it’s understandable that my healthy appearance sometimes led people to believe that I must be “cured”, or perhaps was never sick at all. Maybe I had exaggerated, or even fabricated, my entire illness. After all, I looked fine!

This has been very difficult at times. It has often led me to worry about whether people, particularly employers, really believe me when I tell them how serious my illness is, and whether they think I’m taking unnecessary sick days just to see how much I can get away with. I have also worried about it in social situations, such as when I’ve agreed to go somewhere or do something, and have then turned out to be ill on the day, and been unable to follow through with my commitment. Do people really believe I’m unwell, or do they think I’m simply unreliable?

On the other hand, I consider myself quite lucky in many respects. The vast majority of days, particularly now, are good. I can work full time, volunteer and do most things I want to do. Because I look healthy, I have the luxury of choosing who I discuss my illness with, and how much I tell them. I’m pretty open, but having the option to keep some details private has certainly come in handy at times.

Ultimately, circumstances like mine are a prime example of not judging people based on appearances. This sounds contrived but it’s absolutely true. I know because it’s my reality.

The thing is, I’m not the only one.

2 Comment

  1. It really bugs me when people wouldn’t “believe” that someone is really sick, but I know that’s what people are like. It’s so easy for people who are not suffering to judge. Ugh. I am so proud of how strong you have been for the past few years. I have been following you for many many years and have seen you go through so much. You are an amazing woman and I wish the very best for you!

  2. Totally understand where you are coming from, the only time in the last ten years when I’ve really looked sick is when I started losing my third Transplant and was attending the Low Clearance Clinic ( Pre Dialysis Clinic ). I rather quickly started to experience symptoms, nausea, fatigue etc etc, but by far my biggest issue was my weight loss, I was anything between 11 and 12 Stone but rapidly dropped to 8 Stone. This really got to me and at 16% EGFR I asked to go back on Dialysis.. I started feeling better rather quickly

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