At the time, I thought that this was the worst thing that could happen to me, so I decided to have a transplant. I was so happy when they called me, and I rushed to the hospital thinking that I would finally be healthy. Unfortunately, that did not happen as my body did not accept the new kidney. I felt like I was always in the hospital – every time when the leucocytes dropped, and when I had pneumonia. In the end, the kidney finally failed to function. By that time, it was so bad that I wanted to go back to dialysis.
You will be able to imagine what followed. A feeling of hopelessness, of sadness and anger. But I had to face the reality of the situation, and with the support of my family and friends, I eventually began to accept my illness. It is true that I really wasn’t a lucky man during those years. But it was an enlightening time as well.
I learned to understand that dialysis is giving me back my quality of life. And I decided to add an extra hour to my schedule before and after dialysis. It stopped me from being in a hurry, and it made my life less stressful. I started to look at things in a different way, realizing that we don’t loose time in dialysis. The five hours we spend there give us many more hours to live.