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Hey! I'm Dayna, 22, and I've had IgA nephropathy since I was 14 years old. I'm about to get my second kidney transplant after two and a half years of hemo-dialysis and am lucky enough to have my father as a living donor.Links
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One of these bad boys is 24-30cm long
We are officially a little over six weeks out from transplant which means it’s time for everyone’s favorite day surgery procedure: Ureteric Stent Removal!!!
thank you, Justin Finch Fletchley, I know how much peeing means to you Hufflepuffs.
Basically a bunch of surgeons stick a scope up my hoo-ha and pull out a plastic tube that was put in place to reinforce the connection between my bladder and my new kidney. I know what you’re thinking, how can I get one too? Kidding. It’s a horrible, invasive, disturbing procedure that the doctors try to tell you is like a pap test except it’s not, it’s so much more than a pap test. I’d have a pap test every day for a month over a ureteric stent removal.
Here’s a little story about my first transplants subsequent stent removal:
It was about a month after my 18th birthday, I was still dewey eyed and innocent. They told me it wouldn’t hurt, no sedation required, but this was a heinous lie! The nurse assisting with my procedure introduced himself, looked at the name on my chart, and said to me “Ooooh, I know you, you’re my niece Colleen’s friend.” - these are EXACTLY the words you want to hear from the man that is about to stick a metal scope into your snatch.
Now that we had those pleasantries out of the way I was asked to hop on the table and spread ‘em (my legs that is). I was a virginal 18 year old - I already felt super violated here. Then there was the “problem”, apparently this procedure is supposed to cause minimal bleeding; basically just spotting, but the surgeon hit something in there (five guesses what it was) that caused *pause: it gets gory here folks* a river of blood to erupt from me and spew all over the table, because I wasn’t embarrassed enough with my friend’s Uncle standing next to me chatting about a cookout we were both invited to next week.
And, that is why I’ve opted for sedation this time. My procedure is tomorrow… CAN’T FUCKING WAIT!
