It has been a long time since I have written in this blog, and my intention today is to try and bring it up-to-date. I will add little stories and thoughts later on, but today is just a simple overview of what has happened over the last month and a half.
Shortly before I left Spain I was skyping with my friend Amy, and she suggested that I keep blogging to make sure all of the incredible stuff happening to me was written down. Well, I fell a little short during that time, but maybe I can make up a little for it over the next few weeks. :)
So here's the summary: I had gotten the "ok" from the nephrologist in Spain to wait until October 13th to leave Spain, but in the two weeks before I left I quickly lost energy, mental strength and stamina. I found myself counting the days until Gaby got there, and then once Gaby was there I was counting the days until Tab got there. During the days I just sat there and tried not to sleep all day. My days consisted of waking up, trying to eat something and take my pills, pray, take a long nap, wake up, try to eat something and take my pills, pray, take a nap, wake up, try to eat something and take my pills, pray and go to bed. I really don't remember much of the last two weeks in Spain. (More stories from what I DO remember will come later)
Gaby arrived on October the 6th, and then Tab arrived that same week on October 11th. On October 13th Tab and I left for the USA. If you would like to hear Tab's testimony of the amazing things God did on our trip that day, please watch the following video!
A Story of Hope
Once arriving back in the US, I was admitted to the hospital. We were shocked to learn that my sodium was at a dangerously low level, lower than many of the medical personnel were accustomed to seeing. They were surprised that I was speaking in coherent sentences and were expecting seizures due to all of the imbalances in my system. It is evident that God was protecting me during that time. I had a rough time in the hospital. Physically and mentally. Maybe I'll be able to write about it sometime.
The morning after being admitted a port was inserted into my chest, and I was put on dialysis. Over the next week they took off 24 pounds of fluid and my body was in shock. After getting my chemicals back in order, I was discharged and went home with my mom and dad. I have been at their house ever since and keeping up with dialysis 3 times a week.
As far as where we are in the transplant process -- that's a good question! I know that several people have called in and are in the process of getting tested to be a donor, but I don't know how far along these people are. It is pretty confidential but I expect to hear some sort of news in the next week or two. I will do my best to keep you informed.
So thank you for reading!