Sh*t Happens

Another year gone by before my very eyes. So much has happened and I’ll try my best to summarize on what has been going on.

After receiving my kidney from my brother in 2013, things have been going absolutely wonderful. There really is no reason to complain as I am in great health, my creatinine is down to 1.30 and has remained stable, and I have been feeling the best I have ever felt in a very long time.

What I didn’t mention before was that towards the end of 2015, my husband and I were planning to finally start our family and prepare my body to become pregnant. My kidney specialist assured me that many of his kidney transplant patients have been able to get pregnant and have had successful pregnancies. In order to prepare my body to become pregnant, I would need to be completely off Cellcept for three months and then we could try and conceive.

At my final month of being off of Cellcept, and thinking how exciting this will be when I am finally able to become pregnant!, I had taken a blood test only to find that my creatinine had shot up to 2.51. I was admitted to the hospital on 12/01/15 (something about the beginning of December where I tend to always be in the hospital) where I would later undergo an ultrasound and biopsy. As it turned out, I was experiencing kidney cellular rejection and would need to go through three treatments of Thymoglobulin, which is a medication used to prevent and treat kidney rejection. This medication was done by infusion and took around 4-6 hours depending on the dosage.

After being discharged from the hospital, I started to experience diarrhea. At first it seemed like nothing and maybe it was because of something I ate, but the diarrhea became more often and soon I wasn’t able to eat much of anything because of how bad it had become. I wasn’t hungry, and quite frankly, was scared to eat or drink anything because of how bad my diarrhea was.

There were a couple nights my husband was so worried, he took me to emergency to find out why I was having so much diarrhea. The doctors also couldn’t tell exactly what the problem was. Getting out of the house was a challenge, because I never knew when it would come on and even though I hadn’t eaten much or had anything to drink, the diarrhea would still happen at unexpected times. It was taking its toll on my life, not wanting to go anywhere, not wanting to eat or drink and worrying my husband more than anything. I went to see a Gastroenterologist where they did an endoscopy and a sigmoidoscopy but the results came back normal. My kidney specialist decreased my dosage of Cellcept thinking that the medications could have been the cause of the diarrhea but when that didn’t work, they suggested taking a probiotic. The probiotic ended up not helping and no one could tell me what was wrong with me or why I was experiencing such severe diarrhea.

In the beginning of January 2016, I was admitted back into the hospital to receive more treatments because my doctors were not happy with my creatinine level. I had another biopsy in which they discovered the scarring of my kidney to be little to moderate. I had developed a little bit of an antibody in which was going to be treated with IVIG (which is what I used after my transplant in 2013) and consisted of three glass bottles, an infusion that lasted about a couple hours. I would also be treated with Methylprednisolone (30 min infusion), and magnesium (also an infusion).

After all these treatments, my creatinine level was finally going down but still had the unsolved mystery of my diarrhea. I tried everything-probiotics, decreasing medication dosages, sigmoidoscopy, endoscopy, Xifaxan, and still nothing seemed to help. After 16-17 weeks straight of diarrhea with the longest break of not having it was around 4-5 days, and losing a total of 30lbs, it finally started to subside.

Never in my life, have I ever been more grateful to not experience that nervous, uneasy, sweaty feeling unsure of when you are going to have to go to the bathroom and being able to eat comfortably not having to worry about what the consequences will be. It was such a frustrating/painful experience in the sense that my booty hole was so sore and burning that I was dreading going to the bathroom (I apologize for this information being so blunt but I feel people can relate best, when you’re real and up front with the experiences you go through, as shitty [literally] as they may be). To all the people out there that experience gastrointestinal issues, IBS, etc. I can only imagine what you must be going through and I must tell you, my heart and asshole are with you (salute gesture).

shithappens

 

Stay tuned:

First attempt at pregnancy was unsuccessful, so what now?

 

National Kidney Month

It’s March, which means it’s #NationalKidneyMonth! Make sure to spread awareness about kidney disease, be in the know about prevention, and get screened for this silent killer! Check out @nationalkidneyfoundation for more information. I love my ☝🏼kidney! 💚

🍊 = @chinaglazeofficial “None Of Your Risky Business.”

🖤 = @opi_products “Black Onyx.”

And…Three Years Later…

Well, this is embarrassing… A lot has gone on since my transplant back in 2013, and I promise to give a recap once I get a chance.  For now, I’d like to celebrate Rare Disease Day! This is the post that I put up on Instagram (@j.mura_designs):

It’s #raredisease day! Reading some stories on rarediseaseday.org and came across a young girl’s story about dealing with #MPGN, the same rare disease that I have. I wish I could reach out to people, especially younger people who are dealing with this disease, and let them know that you are STRONG. You CAN do this, you WILL get through this, and like this girl realized later on, that you are HELPING others improve their lives in coping with this disease.

I was diagnosed at the age of 10 and know what it’s like to experience weight gain, mood swings, depression, fluid retention, migraines, sicknesses that last for weeks, numerous visits to the hospital, and the list goes on. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to go through when you’re a teenager and you feel like you’re alone in a never ending nightmare. I never really talked about my disease with a lot of people until I was older, and never mentioned the medications I was taking to my friends or people at school maybe because I was embarrassed? Was worried they might look at me like I’m a freak? Who knows but, luckily, I was fortunate to have the support group that I have in my family, and I had wonderful friends that accepted me for who I was/am.

To all the people in school who treated you differently, who name called you, to hell with them. They should be the people that motivate you to keep going in life, they are the people who have absolutely no idea what you have been through, how strong you are, and that you are someone 10x stronger than they are.

To all my rare disease homies out there, keep on fighting because you are a survivor! Be aware that you are rare and never give up hope. Also, remember to never lose your sense of humor, except maybe when you have a transplant, because laughing too much after surgery can sometimes hurt like a b*tch!

Game Time

Today is Tuesday, December 3, 2013. Transplant Day. As I wait in my room with my fiancé, I think about how lucky I am to have such loving and supportive people around me. Although, I have told my fiancé, Scott, to go home, instead of staying here over night, he is too stubborn and won’t listen to me. I told him he won’t get any sleep, especially tonight because it is a critical time where nurses will be in and out of our room often to check on me. But, he insists and I can’t complain… I’m just grateful to have him by my side.

Thinking positive thoughts, wish all the best for my brother, my hero,  who has sacraficed a great deal for me… I only hope I can repay him back in some way, and I’ll sure as hell try my best when I see him again and with him literally being a part of me.

Thanksgiving With A Little Plasma…

First, I’d like to say Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!  It’s been a rough week with my Plasmapheresis treatments and a bit of a hiccup last night.

Yesterday, my blood cell count was really low and they said I have severe anemia, in which I would need a blood transfusion.  Because there’s no way to get every single drop of blood back into my body from the treatments, and I have been doing the treatments everyday, it’s not a surprise that I was going to need a blood transfusion.  After my Plasmapheresis yesterday at 1pm, I ended up staying at the hospital until 11pm last night and had my next treatment this morning.  I’m a bit exhausted but found out good news from my nurse this morning that my titer count is low and at the level it should be and my blood cell count went back up.  My GFR went down to 8, but everything is going as planned and I have 4 more treatments to go.

photo 3IV for my blood transfusion

photo 2My lovely bag of Blood type O+

There are so many things to be thankful for, it’d take forever to list… be grateful for your health, your friends, your job, the roof over your head, the opportunities you are given and of course your family. I am forever grateful/fortunate for the love and support of my family, and the love of my life…with them I am never lost.

I am also thankful for the Friends Thanksgiving Marathon that was on while I was doing my Plasmapheresis 🙂

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I hope you all have a wonderful Turkey Day! Cherish every smile/laughter/hug/moment and live for TODAY!

“It’s not what’s on the plate that matters… it’s what’s on the chairs.”

 

“What About Lunch?”

Where to begin…  I started a nail art blog but realized that there are so many other things to write about.  I will be writing about a range of topics, whether it be nail art and my favorite nail polishes of the moment, my love for basketball and the Golden State Warriors, or my journey going through Chronic Kidney Failure.  Basically, I wanted this to be a positive blog, filled with interesting stories, beautiful and creative creations/findings, and a blog that can be inspirational to others.  But for now, I’ll leave you with a creation of my own that I did this past week.  As you can see, I got a little impatient with the ring finger to dry.

China Glaze Polishes
China Glaze Nail Polish

For all of my nail art you can search for MissBeadyBabe on Instagram.

I’ll keep this short for now because Winnie the Pooh said it best:

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?”