Chapter IV: Here we go again.

Unfortunately, I relapsed in October 2013, and quickly became well acquainted with the nephrology department of my local hospital, which, fortunately, is a large teaching centre. Back onto steroids I went, and more Rituximab was scheduled for April 2014, our thinking being that it slowed things down last time, and we might get equally lucky again. This time it only partially worked. My kidneys continued to deteriorate, and I was placed on the transplant list

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Chapter III: Moving on, and getting there.

‘d In early 2013, I finally reached “remission”. The steroids and Rituximab had worked. Although the damage to my kidneys was not repaired, it had stalled. I began to hope that I could start moving on with my life. Back when I first started treatment, and I realised I was facing a long road over unknown ground, I told myself that if/when I ever reached remission, I would travel to the UK to explore and

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Chapter II: Waiting when you don’t know what you’re waiting for.

Chapter II: Waiting when you don’t know what you’re waiting for.

In January 2011, I had an eGFR of 30. This equates to a rough percentage of kidney function, so while things were certainly looking less than stellar, they weren’t yet quite severe enough to warrant treatment – much to my surprise! This was because the treatment consisted of chemotherapy and high doses of steroids. Both of these have some pretty serious side effects. After much discussion, we decided it was in my best interest to

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Chapter I: When it isn’t the flu.

On September 20th 2010, I felt sick. I was a 23 year old primary education student on a teaching placement in a classroom full of five-year-olds, so I assumed I’d caught something from one of them. Off to my GP I went for some blood tests to get a medical note to excuse me from placement. “Don’t panic”, said a friend, “You probably have the flu.” Ha. When my blood test results came back as

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