Well, I guess it wasn’t the biggest surprise. After requesting more blood tests to make sure nothing else was causing my worsening symptoms, I’ve been called back into hospital. It turned out that my red and white blood cell counts had dropped to their lowest recorded levels, and I was going into acute kidney failure.
This past Sunday was Brisbane’s Annual Service of Remembrance, held by DonateLife Australia. These events are an opportunity for transplant recipients to show their respect and gratitude for donors and their families, who’ve ultimately saved our lives. It was a moving service, with donor families and transplant recipients telling their stories of survival and resilience in the face of truly tragic circumstances. Some of these people have gone through unimaginable pain and suffering, and still manage to give so much positivity back to the world. It’s honestly incredible.
Looking after yourself can be difficult when you have conflicting priorities. I am usually someone who enjoys my independence, and with it the freedom to make the choices that create my future. Sometimes however, making the right choices at the right times when there are certain influences outside of your control can be harder than you might expect.
It’s been a week since I was discharged from hospital, and I’m not really sure much has improved. I had my specialist appointment on Tuesday, and the increased steroids don’t appear to have dropped my blood count, which is great, but I’m not certain it’s doing much to help either. In the last week, it’s probably getting slightly more abdominal pain which has caused me the most concern.