This blog entry is dedicated to my mom as today is the 10 year anniversary of her kidney transplant!
My mom has always been very health conscious. She eats right, exercises, takes her vitamins, and follows doctors orders. Despite her efforts to maintain a healthy lifestyle, she couldn’t stop the progression of her polycystic kidney disease. She learned that she had PKD when she was in her 30s. She continued her healthy living and remained symptom free until her mid-50s when her kidney function declined. In November 2005, she began dialysis. Hearing stories of the pain from the needles going in and out and issues with bleeding made this sound very unappealing. Not to mention she had to go to the dialysis center three days a week.
Fast forward six months to May 2006. I got a call from Maine Transplant looking for my mother. They had a kidney match available for her. This was unexpected as they had told my mom that it would likely take years for a match due to her blood type. After me calling everywhere I could think of to find her, she was finally located. When there is a kidney available, there is only a certain amount of time that can pass in order to have the opportunity or they move on to someone else. At first she was hesitant to go ahead with the transplant because she worried about some of the side effects. Of course, we (her family) and her doctor thought she should because the benefits of a transplant outweigh the possible chance of some side effects. She decided to go for it, so she and my dad arrived at Maine Medical Center that night. Her surgery began around 1:30 a.m. and finished about three hours later. The surgery was a success and soon the kidney was working.
Probably a month after the transplant my mom started having some headaches and at some point she had bleeding ulcers in her stomach and lesions in her esophagus. She lost a lot of weight so she looked very frail. She just didn’t feel well. I’ll never be able to remember all of the issues, tests, and procedures my mother had, so I won’t even try. She ended up having the Epstein-Barre virus and cytomegalovirus (CMV), which she got from her donor. This wreaked havoc on her body because of her suppressed immune system. She also got lymphoma, so she had to have chemotherapy. She lost her hair. She had a PICC line in for a long time, she had multiple extended hospital stays, and when she wasn’t in the hospital she had to do procedures at home through a port they put in her. She had one problem after another and pretty much every side effect that could come from a transplant. I think these problems went on for at least two years.
The doctors eventually got things under control for the most part. Despite all she dealt with, I’d say losing her eyesight was probably the worst because that has had a lasting impact on her. The virus went into her eyes. She had regular appointments at Mass General with an eye specialist who treated her by injecting medication into her eyeballs. You read that correctly...they put needles into her eyeballs!! It just could not stop the virus, however, and she is now visually impaired. That took away her independence as she can no longer drive and do things the way she had as a seeing person. She has some visibility, but it’s very limited.
So the good news is that she got off dialysis and has had the cadaver kidney for ten years. Despite all of the challenges she has had, the kidney is working. Other than the visibility problem, she feels pretty healthy.
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| Mom and Dad |
And, I do need to give a shout out to my dad because while he wasn’t the one going through the transplant, he has had a big part in the “in sickness and in health” vow he made almost 48 years ago. He has been driving my mother to more appointments in Portland and Boston than one can imagine since her surgery ten years ago. After the surgery she had all the post-op appointments and then when she was sick he drove her to more appointments. When she was hospitalized he drove down to visit her in the hospital everyday. He brought her to all her chemo treatments. He even learned to do some medical procedures for her at home and he is very squeamish with needles and blood. And since she lost her ability to drive, he not only has to take her to all her appointments, but to do errands and any other place she wants or needs to go.
The last ten years have not been easy, but those two crazy kids have figured a way to handle it all. Happy ten years, Mom!


