Hi, fightingPKD:Your story or experience is really inspiring. I was in your shoes 20 years ago. But at that time I didn’t have enough education or internet to grab the information. I was very panic and did nothing, did 2 year dialysis, desperately just waiting for kidney transplant. Now I’m addicted to exercise. I spend at least 3 hours exercises if I’m not work. Exercises help me overcome depression and anxiety. Keep fighting. Best wishes.
How bad did the symptoms of kidney failure get before you started dialysis and how soon after starting dialysis did you feel much better?Thanks
Thanks for the advice.I just see dialysis as the end. There's no going back from it physically. I shudder to think of what I'm going to be like then. It's depressing. The idea of having yet another hole put inside of me for the sake of survival - I'm just not sure. I'm most likely going the Kristina route and waiting until my body just doesn't function anymore. Workouts are back to something resembling normal though, pulled 2 sets of 250 for 8 reps and felt good. Not going to stop fighting.Hope you guys have a Happy New Year.
Indeed, we are totally different cases. I'm not fragile (physically) - perhaps psychologically at this point.Seriously though, what good is life if you're going to be unhappy with the state of it? That's what I struggle with. I've spent my entire adulthood with a positive self image, and this PKD is turning me into someone else I barely recognize when I look in the mirror. Every few months my kidney function drops just a little bit more - it's like impending doom. Even with a transplant I'm going to be on a battery of meds I have to take in a timely manner for the rest of my life.I honestly begin to question if it's all worth the trouble. Ridiculous medical expenses, for what kind of existence?Sorry if this rubs anyone the wrong way - I'm not looking to insult anyone or their personal decisions. I just look at my future at 46 and it looks mediocre at best. It's just not enough for me to live for the sake of my family. Not really. Without a real sense of self I'm just grumpy all the time. Weightlifting, drinking, and gaming. That's all that's left of my leisure life. It's a small amount compared to 15 years ago.
Perhaps "gaming" in this context means playing games - literally.
There is no real endpoint for any of us.
Oh, lulu! I will remember your post for a very long time! That must have been such a frightening experience for you, and I am very glad that you are still with us.Thank you so much for posting. Your words are very wise!
age 62 and get social-security benefits rather than disability benefits.