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When Medical Professionals Aren’t Professional

Next month is my dialysis anniversary and the anniversary of my second stroke, three years for both. The most unsettling aspect is that every patient who began that journey with me are either dead or have received a kidney. Although I’m immensely happy for my buddies who received a kidney, a part of me wonders if I will suffer the latter fate. I’ve witnessed far too many in my situation whose bodies gave up waiting for a kidney or for their situations to improve. Do I want to die? No. But I’ve watched others succumb to the effects of dialysis!

Anyway, I sent an email to my transplant surgeon voicing my concerns. I didn’t receive a response back. Six days later, I receive a telephone call from the transplant coordinator detailing the concerns I expressed in my email to the surgeon. So you had time to discuss my email with her, but not the time or courtesy to answer my email? I’m supposed to place my life in your hands when you can’t be bothered to answer my email? Do I want to throw some stuff and curse some people? But I want a kidney more, and I know the capacity of humans to be vindictive and petty. But once that kidney is inside me, a personal injury attorney will be my best friend. That and the best selling book I will write detailing my journey. So for now I will bide my time and tongue, but I hate being a position of needing something from someone!

This journey is not for the faint of heart. One thing that I have learned in life that without a test, there can’t be a testimony. So I will persevere!