Dial “D” for Dialysis

This was me this morning: getting my first official round of dialysis at my new official facility. I’ve known this was coming for just shy of six years – when a side effect of my bone-marrow cancer began damaging my kidneys. 

I’ve had a long time to prepare; but nothing prepared me for the consequences of this first treatment. (I had six treatments while recently in the hospital for eleven days.) Not only did this treatment throw me for a loop, it also gave me the worst “brain fog” I’ve ever experienced, leading to me collapsing on the living room floor. (Luckily, my husband Matt was in attendance and helped me.) 

As I write this, it’s been 6.5 hours since the end of my treatment. The brain fog has mostly lifted, but my body feels like it's being remotely operated by one of those guys working a pair of those robot arms. So bizarre. 

Clearly, changes will need to be made to my treatment. And they can’t come soon enough.