I am the mother of 4 boys. 3 of them were already away from home when I started dialysis. My now-17-year old has been my lifesaver. I was doing NxStage for 3 months before my transplant, and Duncan helped with the 30 boxes that crowded every inch of floorspace in our single-wide mobile home. He never complained about the boxes. Duncan also hung my dialysate bags for me, so that I could hop on the machine as soon as I got home from work.Most importantly, when my catheter failed and I bled out, Duncan helped me stop the bleeding and helped revive me-- being far more helpful than the EMTs who showed up and didn't have a clue.My eldest, Anthony, has been a lifesaver, too. He donated his kidney to me. The two middle boys...well, I think that they have a harder time with my condition...and I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's that the two of them have a harder time dealing with stress, and having their "invincible" Mom ill, is way hard for them to take.The boys do think I'm a downer when I bring up dying-- which I do on occasion (ok, maybe more than occasionally...I'm obsessed about it, but hey....) I just want them to be prepared...and for us to be making the most of the time we have. I'm kinda goofy and non-chalant about the dying thing...cuz that's how I am-- but the boys don't want to go there. The thing is, those boys are the only thing that keeps me hanging on...keeps me from walking away from a life on dialysis. I so want to help them realize their dreams...and until they are firmly on the path to those dreams, I can't check out. I feel guilty that my illness keeps me from being more helpful, but I know that I really shouldn't feel that way. But that guilt does drive me to try a little harder.Anyway... that's my response.Michelle ~ Treasure
I think for the most part our kids are a lot stronger than we think they are. We like to be the caregivers and their support and backbone, and don't like to think we may have to use their support, it just doesn't seem fair sometimes. But you know, it is a wonderfull thing when your children whether they are 5 or 45 express their love and support in their own special ways.I allready picked out what is mine from my moms house and she isn't even sick ! :-) It's a Fox Cookie Jar, don't know why I would want that!
My unit seems to be OK with kids on the whole. Recently there has been an older patient come in as an inpatient. I don't think he's doing too well. Anyway almost every session (he shares session times with me, it seems) his daughter(I presume, anyway) and her young daughter (maybe 5 or 6?) also comes in. Sometimes she runs around a little bit and yells when excited, as kids will do, but she's not too bad and I think most people kind of enjoy a little bit of aciivity in the place since the rest of us are all just sitting around all day Anyway I don't mind.I did make a face when one of the nurses told me I should bring my cat in. Yeah, sure....