Husband was suppose to go to Vanderbilt Hospital this month to see if he was a candidate for a kidney transplant. We were excited and worried. I made the mistake of getting the mail today. Letter from Vanderbilt said so sad, to bad, you are not a candidate. You have to many health problems and we will not waste a kidney on you. Well not exactly like that, but that is what it boiled down too. I still care about him, but he doesn't have my heart. He goes to dialysis three times a week. They put a port in his arm, right above the left elbow, so that they can hook him up to the machine. It is awful if you touch his arm, you can feel the blood rushing through the arm. It takes about 3 to 4 hours. Then they take out the needles and he has to wait until he quits bleeding before he can leave. He comes home and sleeps for about 3 hours and he feels sick for most of the day. This was not good news from the transplant place. It means he will never have a life again. He can't go anywhere because he can't live without being on the machine.
Oh Well, life goes on, maybe I will have a happy post tomorrow.
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I'm sorry to hear that...chin up tits out.
Never give up. KEEP APPLYING.
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