"He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor."

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Starting Dialysis in 3 ... 2 ...

Hey team – I just started my first run on hemodialysis at my new part time job: Monday Wednesday Friday from 4-730. It’s the clinic I wanted, where my nephrologist Dr Hall is the main dude, on 43rd and Nicollet. The evening shift is quieter, the chairs on either side of me are empty. I’m facing a set of windows looking south on Nicollet, so if you’re driving north and seeing that bank of windows as you past the Frame-Ups, that’s where I sit. This spot is above where my transplant center was for years and I have a lot of memories of parking in the lot and dropping in for lab draws. I’m not sure how to describe what it feels like to be upstairs.

I used to wonder at who was up here. When I would see the clinic I was always grateful that I was going downstairs, grateful that I was making a quick stop and not stuck in a chair for 3 hours. Now that I’m up here … I don’t feel as despondent about it as I worried I might. Like so many of the changes I’ve faced this is now the thing I’m doing. For a moment I felt like I was living someone else’s life. When I was a kid, riding in the car, and especially at night, I would wonder where the other cars were going. I would picture myself in their car for a second, going the other direction in the night. The lights on their dashboard, their destination in mind. Now I’m in one of those clinics I used to drive by wondering who is inside.

I don’t know, I’m noticing again that it is a little difficult to differentiate between what I’m feeling and what I think I ought to be feeling. I don’t think I’ve encountered the hard part yet, at least it doesn’t feel like it. To hook up to the machine I’m using the shoulder catheter, so they don’t have to put needles in my arm (that will start next week, hopefully), so sitting here doesn’t really feel like anything. Just that I have to be here. So long as I’m cool with sitting here, it’s pretty easy. It doesn’t feel like a confinement, at least not now.

Maybe I’m feeling alright because my hospital stay was a little rough. Nothing too eventful, but I think I expected to be in better shape, and to be more comfortable because I was going in relatively healthy (not passing out) and only had a minor surgery. That part went pretty smoothly – they placed the catheter in my left shoulder in about 15 minutes. Like the graft placement, I was under conscious sedation and have some memories, and it seemed to go pretty smoothly. When they placed the arm graft I could feel them pushing and pulling on me, I could tell it was a bit rough. This one was fine. I was in a neural unit briefly waiting for a bed on the nephrology unit, where I moved in the early afternoon.

That afternoon I dialyzed for the first time. It seemed to be in a different room from when I dialyzed in Abbott in 2003 after they removed my Mom’s kidney, though it’s hard to know how much of that memory is real. I remember sitting in a chair when the surgeons came in – I had gotten to know these guys pretty well, they operated on me in November 2001 to put in my Mom’s kidney, they we had consulted and they operated on me again that March, the 17th I think. On a check-up they found a growth in the transplanted kidney, a biopsy showed that it was a neural schwannoma, a nerve tumor growing in the kidney. Of course, like so many other things, this was unusual to the point of being unheard of. They tried to take out the tumor only and save the other lobes of the kidney but were unable. They came in to deliver that news while I was on dialysis. They came in kind of quiet, almost contrite. For whatever reason I was absolutely unperturbed by this turn of events and my memory is that I cheered them up. We chatted for a bit and they went on their way. Being on a machine in Abbott this time around, I can recreate that memory, though I like it the way it is. Incidentally, and I mentioned this before,  the radiologist who performed that memorable biopsy (he had to rebiopsy several times), performed another biopsy on my a year or two ago. I mentioned that this biopsy was much smoother than another one I had had years ago. He asked if it had been on a donated kidney from my mom and remembered it. He said the lab kept asking from more samples because they weren’t getting kidney tissue. Of course this was because he was collecting samples of a huge tumor.  I love telling that story.

Anyway, this hospital stay was only about 36 hours – Tuesday morning to Wednesday afternoon, though it felt a great deal longer, longer than I expected it to. I think because I was out for a bit during surgery, and because I did two runs of dialysis, it felt more like 4 days than a day and a half. My shoulder was more sore than I expected, so sleeping was a little tricky. Also my neighbor had some dementia and was a yeller. It was unsettling at first, like a nightmare, to have this woman yelling for help next door to me. Hospitals are kind of like an alternate universe. The reality of the room and hallway and beeping blurs into TV shows and movies. This is compounded by a lack of sleep, pain killers, feeling sick, etc. Mostly being there is fine, boring, but I can’t help but perceive this undercurrent of panic. Occasionally if a nurse is too busy to respond to a call right away, or if a woman is screaming for help next door (!), I can feel the reality of the room and my situation slip a bit and every possibility becomes real. It’s hard work, being in a hospital.

Now that that’s over, the rest of the world doesn’t seem so bad. I’m starting MITY on Monday with Ellie. This is our fifth year teaching together and we can’t seem to both be on our feet. Last year I had just had my second nephrectomy two weeks before we statred and she was pregnant. This year she has a six month old and I’m doing this. We make a good team and I’m not worried about it. I feel lucky to be there. I managed to finish the school year without missing too much time (other than for that cold) and now I’m able to teach again, having conveniently spent my two week break feeling sick as shit and being in the hospital. That sounds whiney but I wouldn’t want to miss any more school. I’m pleased with myself for the work I was able to finish this spring term. I finished all of my courses at the U and St Thomas on time (barely) and I have to finish up one more paper for a directed study that isn’t on any timeline. I believe I’ve managed to live my life so far without too many compromises or interruptions.


I’m not sure what dialysis will mean for my life this summer and fall, though I’ve been eager to slow down after this past year and this will certainly afford me lots of time for that. Ellie Dan and their munchkin Simon live about two blocks from here, and there’s a great burger place on this block – The Lowbrow. Maybe that will mean lots of post-dialysis burgers this summer. My mom is here for a visit so I’ll wrap up. It’s not a great visiting place and I’m not sure how to navigate that for friends / family quite yet but I’ll keep you posted. As always I’m so grateful for the support you show by reading the blog and the thoughts and well wishes. Thanks for reading!

1 comment:

  1. Your strength is always an inspiration Kev. Makes me stronger in moments that I need to be in my own life too. Sending all the positive thoughts. ~avye

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