His Title....Professor of Transplant Surgery, one of the best so I was told, highly regarded by his peers.
To Me....The most rude, arrogant S.O.B that I have ever met in my life.
Picture this ( my feelings ): becoming violently ill you thought you were going to die, then having your world turned upside down when your told you have an incurable disease (WG) being put on meds that make you balloon into unbeliveable proportions and your kidneys failing adding extra kgs's of fluid everywhere. Basically feeling pretty miserable with yourself and life in general.
The Doctor's questions : Do you smoke?....... No I gave up when I was brought into hospital 16 weeks ago and I found out I had WG. ( a major feet as I had smoked for 30 yrs and quit cold turkey )
How long have you been married?...... 28 yrs why?
How big were you back then?....... size 16
Oh so you've always been big ...... I couldn't answer him
My husband jumps in...Look since she's been on these steroid tablets the weight and fluid has piled on
The Doctor....Stop making excuse's for her...She's like a brown bear
My husband confused with that comment..... what???
I replied almost in tears...A brown bear can live off its own fat without having to eat
The Doctor said... for at least six months! Well your going to have to loose 40 kg....At your size we wouldn't be able to find a vein to dialysis you and you would be dead in 6 months without it.
I replied crying: I've already had dialysis 4 times
Doctor: Oh.....well you still need to loose the wieght....I supose your looking at transplant too
I replied: Yes if and when its needed... I have 6 kidneys on offer from family
Doctor: your too big for transplant you will have to loose the weight or thats it...over
Me and my husband sat in silence and disbelief.... ( I cried )
The doctor examined both my arms looking for veins to make an access point. He wrote out a letter to the ultrasound people explaining what he wanted from them. I have an appointment on Thursday so they can map my veins .
He then started talking about the surgery I would need to have to create the fistula.
He explained about joining the artery and vein together and that fistlua would be done in 2 surgeries. Then he said " oh and when we go back in for the second surgery, your arm will be mutilated....its quite messy because we have to lift the new vein/artery to the surface.
WHAT A LOVELY BEDSIDE MANNER
The moral of this story.....No matter how bad you feel or how low you get... there is always some arse in this world to Kick you again and make you feel lower
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