Okay, some news finally. Dad has been contacted by the team who have booked him/me an appointment to come and see them on the 26th April, at which time they will discuss a date for my transplant.
In a downer of a mood today. Saw myself in the mirror, and how sh**house I am looking. My skin is sallow, my eyes are puffy - and all I could think was "I'm gonna look worse after the transplant and medications". I know that's a small price to pay for life but it is just one of many things that gets me down. I'm tired of this yo-yo mood. Can't wait to get some energy back and hopefully be happy again. Sorry for the big whinge, but all I can do is cry today. Jeez, I should be happy.
DAMMIT!!!And so the saga continues......Today my parents heard from the hospital and now they've been told that they want to do a psychiatric assessment on my father, after all. Initially they had pretty much said they were happy to just do the assessment on me, and that dad wouldn't need one. So that means yet another week needed for another appointment, pushing my possible operation date back - which means I will be more likely to end up on dialysis after all. I'M SO AGGRAVATED BY THIS. I'm not angry with the renal team, I think they're all really top people. But the way it's working out is just - well, taking longer than I wanted, and causing me anxiety. The whole point was to do a pre-emptive transplant and avoid dialysis. darn darn darn DARN it.