My family was here in August - I hadn't seen them since November `06 (before I started dialysis). I was so excited to have them come to the unit and sit with me, so they could see what was keeping me away from home (they are in London, I am in NY - I used to go home every two months) But it didn't happen. They were freaked out - even my coming home post-dialysis normal bandaged freaked them out. And I had a small arterial hematoma which made my niece cry. I was sad that they didn't get to meet the techs that I've grown to care about, but the whole experience made me realise how much they love me. The reality of dialysis crushed them. Needless to say, one of the saddest days of my life was when I dropped them off at the airport.I never thought that it could be difficult for our loved ones to see us on dialysis. Now I look at the families that visit in the unit with a different perspective - They are the brave ones. Husbands and wives, sons and daughters - one woman has a 9 year old who runs errands for the dialysis patients while his mom runs her 3 hours via permcath. Some times he is in the waiting area watching the cartoon network. He jokes around with the waiting patients and the access-a-ride drivers. I look at him when I am leaving the unit, and I think "these are his childhood memories". Pretty amazing, and humbling - survivors aren't just the patients - they are also the people who are on life's journey with you.
I'm interested in why some of you don't want visitors at dialysis. Do you not want people to see you in your weakness or vulnerability? Do you think that it would be an unwarranted imposition on them?