What? That was our response but we will get back to that.
back to the story: May/June 2011
back to the story: May/June 2011
So we arrived a little earlier than scheduled on Thursday,
we weren’t supposed to have any actual tests on Thursday, just an appointment with
the Psychologist and with the Surgeon. Because of my iron levels were low we needed
to have blood drawn again to test those levels.
Everything went smoothly and I was off to the Psychologist after a short
meeting with my coordinator just to go over a couple of things.
If you have ever been to UNC Chapel Hill medical center you
realize it is about 5 hospitals together (give or take), so they sent me on a
long goose chase down some back halls to make my way to the Psychologist. I finally made it to the correct place, even
though I wasn’t quite sure where I gave the lady my name and asked for the
Psychologist they had directed me too.
It turns out that the normal Transplant Psychologist was on vacation
and not available today so they had scheduled me with a different
psychologist. Well to make a long story
short, I waited for what seemed like forever (45 minutes, and to be fair every
other appt. went off right on schedule).
Then the Psychologist finally came out after I had asked the
receptionist at least 3 times if everything was ok and I was in the correct
spot. She was very nice and let me know
that there was a problem with scheduling and she wasn’t going to be able to
meet with me. It turns out that by
North Carolina law seeing the Social worker was enough and she signed off on me
so I wasn’t going to have to see a Psychologist at all, some people might say
it was good I got to avoid that because I was never going to pass a Psychological
exam.
So that left only one more meeting on the schedule, so after
lunch, cheese steaks at a place off of 501 they weren’t bad, but not John’s
Roast Pork (that will be a whole blog one day).
We headed back to the hospital to meet with the surgeon.
Kate were sitting in a room when a resident came in (let’s
call her Christina Yang for you Grey’s Anatomy fans) and started feeling around
on my stomach. She asked if my stomach
hurt and informed us that the CT showed that I had a Splenomegaly (enlarged
spleen). She didn’t have a great bedside
manner, plus I had no idea what that word meant at the time, and all I remember
her saying was you’ve probably had a lot of people poking at your stomach. My response was no you are the first one to
say anything about my spleen being enlarged, the other thing I remember her
saying was that they probably wouldn’t want to use me as the donor (not what
Kate and I were wanting to hear after traveling from Florida and going through
all of these tests).
Next the surgeon came in, he was a very tall guy with a
thick accent, which at this point I have no idea where it could be from. He was much better to talk too than Yang but
he basically gave us the same message. The majority of my tests were perfect
but we had the problem of the low iron and the Splenomegaly that we would have to
clear up before I could be approved as a donor,
a little bit better new that they weren’t eliminating me as a donor.
As I am writing this and I’m sure as you are reading this
about now is when you start thinking, wait I know I want to donate but maybe
the most important thing here is am I actually healthy what is wrong with
me. So next we went back to meet with
the nephrologist, the second set of blood tests for my iron levels also showed
low iron levels and low ferritin so we were going to have to determine the
cause of that. We had a lot of
conversations and we determined the most likely cause was that I have been a 5
gallon blood donor over my life, plus Kate and I had been eating a diet known
as the Daniel Fast, which pretty much eliminates all foods except fruit,
vegetables, and whole grains, so I wasn’t getting any iron.
He recommended that we see a Hematologist for the iron
issues and the enlarged spleen. He
thought it wasn’t probably that big a deal, however it could be cancer or some
other sort of blood disease (leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin’s, or cancer), not
really what we were looking forward to hearing as we are heading back to Florida
from trying to donate a kidney. All of our sudden our focus has gone from
helping Ashley to what in the world is wrong with me, and did I mention that I
was going to have to get a colonoscopy and endoscopy to make sure there were no
internal bleeds (just what a 36 year old guy wants to hear).
Before we left we talked to our coordinator and she told us
that at this point a lot of people would give up on the donation, it was too
many tests to have to go through, and she asked us if we wanted to still try to
donate. Of course we said yes, just because
Satan had thrown up a couple road blocks we weren’t going to quit, God had
started us on this Journey and we were going to follow it until the end.
Did I mention that we still had to meet with Ashley that
night to let her know what we just found out?
She handled it very well even though you could see the frustration in
her eyes, we did our best to encourage her that we were going to follow through
with the testing and not quit. We had
some very good conversations that night; she talked about the guilt she had felt
that someone had to die for her to get her lungs and how much she has struggled
with the idea of taking my kidney. We
talked about Kate going through the process if I didn’t and her comment was
that she really wanted a curly kidney instead of a bossy one, which still makes
me laugh as I write it. It was night of
tears and laughter (which there will always be a lot of if Ashley is around,
laughter I mean) and another night I won’t forget.
Afterwards we went to dinner at Mami Nora’s a Peruvian place
with very good lomo saltado, (beef with stir fry peppers and French fries) and
to a Durham Bulls baseball game. Crash
Davis and Nick Luleoch weren’t playing but it was a good game and we had a
great time. Ashley went home and Kate
and I went to bed ready to start a whole new part of this story, to find out if
I was healthy enough to donate.
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