Third Week at Home Following my Transplant

Very little of any interest has happened this week and for me this is a very good thing! I like boring as that means everything is going well!!

Monday I was in Derriford again for one of my check ups. On this occasion I saw a surgeon rather than a renal consultant. As with every appointment I have, I mention my wound which is still open and I am always concerned that if they don't check it, it may become infected in some way. Well, the surgeon took one look at it and said it needed stitching up, otherwise the scar would be huge. This will be done sometime next week.

I am still not allowed to go to work in any "public" offices but I have been told I can do a little work at home so I have tried to do some this week. I am concerned that I am getting far too used to not doing anything and maybe getting into bad habits! Six months ago I wouldn't have been able to waste the day away and now I manage it with no problems whatsoever!!

Most days Mum and I try to go for a walk and it is beginning to get easier. It is surprising how quickly you lose your fitness. Walking up a small hill has me panting and "glowing"!! I have to keep it up though if I am going to be fit and well for Flora Day which is in less than three months now!

Thursdays appointment in Derriford was a simple check up and the strength of my steroids was reduced (hopefully my "moon face" will go now!!) The Doctor said that after next weeks two appointments I could go down to once a week! Excellent news!! That means that soon I will be able to go back to Treliske for my check ups.

On Tuesday it will be five weeks since the transplant. How time flies. Following the transplant you are advised to stay out of public places, such as pubs and restaurants, for six weeks so my time of segregation is nearly over!! I'll be glad to be free again as I have missed out on some "do's" in the last couple of weeks!

Comments

Time Flys When You're Having Fun!!

Well here I am again letting you know that another year has passed since I had my transplant FOUR years ago! The difference this transplant has made to my life is enormous. Whilst on dialysis, although I carried on with my life, the fatigue meant I spent the majority of my free time in bed or with my feet up wrapped in loads of blankets with the heating on full as I could never warm up. Now life is unbelievable! In my last blog in August I was telling you the story about my success at the British Transplant Games. Since then I have had the honor of being asked to represent Team GB in the World Transplant Games in Argentina which will take place in August this year!! I entered the British Transplant Games initially for two reasons, firstly to raise awareness of organ donation and that is still extremely important to me, so if you haven't done so already please sign up here but don't forget to discuss your wishes with your loved ones. Secondly to get fit and healt

Six Year! WOW!

Another year has passed with the gift of life which I received from mum six years ago! It has been a year of ups and downs, with actually way too many downs. The Pirate FM Awards In April last year I had the honour of receiving the "Sporting Achievement Award" at the Pirate FM Local Hero Awards. Trev had put my name forward unknowingly to me and I won! You can read more in my blog HERE . At the awards ceremony Poorly Mum At the Pirate FM awards ceremony, mum wasn't very well. In fact she wasn't well for a very long time with several long stays in hospital and two operations. Mum was not actually beginning to feel better until late August. I'm pleased to report that mum is back to her normal self again now. Mum & I at Christmas The British Transplant Games The British Transplant Games were in Liverpool last year at the end of July. As is always the case, the Plymouth Team was small but mighty! Winning 25 medals between jus

Goodbye Dad

It is with great sadness that I am writing this blog. My Dad, Terry Carroll, passed away on the 31st August following a cardiac arrest on Helston Bowling Green on the 24th August. We take great comfort in the fact that he was doing what he loved. Dad was taken to hospital by air ambulance and had his heart restarted, however, his brain was without oxygen for too long and we were told by the doctors that he was very unlikely to survive. After three days with no response from dad, the doctor introduced us to the donor nurse. As you know, all of my family are advocates for organ donation, but we never thought for a minute that we would be on the other side of that conversation. Dad had been on the donor register for many years, long before I was unwell, and had made his wishes very clear, therefore we said yes. The fact that dad wished to donate his organs meant that there was a delay before the doctors took dad off his ventilator, 12 hours or so. We discovered that dad

Me and my journey through kidney disease . . . .

Search This Blog