Does anyone else have or has had GoodPastures Syndrome? It is such a rare disease, that i have never net anyone who has it. Do you know anyone who has/had it?ILOVEFLUID
What's good pastures syndrome?
Quote from: Ken Shelmerdine on August 01, 2007, 03:06:21 AMWhat's good pastures syndrome?A horrible autoimmune disease which attacks kidneys and lungs, amongst other things.
Doesn't that pred. just suck ass! I was fortunate that I was actually diagnosed before my lungs started to show signs of damage. I'd been feeling sick for a few days (Played in a tennis tournament on a Sunday, it was over 40 degrees celsius (104f)). Went to the doctor on Monday and had blood test, called to go to hospital on Tuesday, no renal function left by Thursday.The FGP was actually diagnosed by a thin-needle biopsy. This was one of the most painful thing I have ever experienced. Don't worry though, the biopsies on transplanted kidneys are much nicer, as they don't have to go throught muscle to get at the organ.I was on dialysis a week or so later (still as an inpatient in the hospital - I was there a little over a month), and I started to shake. Then I started to cough. My wife, Shelley, who was sitting with me at the time (the poor thing, we'd only been married 18 months!), grabbed my hand after I coughed, and it was covered in blood. And I don't mean just a little blood. The whole damn thing was covered.Straight off into some side room we went, lots of men in white coats stroking their chins and muttering things that didn't engender in me a great deal of hope for the future. There were all sorts of things shoved into my lungs via my nose whilst this was going on. I've no idea what they were or what they were meant to acheive.I don't remember much of the next 24 hours or so, except the little chrome bowl I had to spit in each time I coughed, and a lot of crying. Obviously someone (I think my best mate at the time) put the call out, because that evening I remember a preocession of friends and family coming in to visit, even into the small hours of the morning. It seemed very ordered, two visitors at a time, no longer than fifteen minutes, lots of tears. After a while I worked out that they were coming into the damed hospital TO SAY GOODBYE!I'm not sure whether that realisation gave me the strength to fight on, or whether these sort of things even make a difference in those circumstances, but I guess I sure showed them!The wait is a painful thing. I had a matching kidney waiting for me as soon as I was ready (my mother). I was told I had to be six consecutive months free of the anti-GBM before I could have the transplant. Twice I got to four months then had a positive reading. Damnit.I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through. I think in a lot of circumstances such as these, the partner actually suffers more than the patient. But just know, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and the two of you can still have a wonderful life together.