I’m home from the hospital. I can’t say how grateful I am for the people that came and visited me in the hospital. Dialysis isn’t that bad, but the hospital is not fun at all. On Monday, Lisa and my parent’s took me to the hospital and we checked in. I got escorted back into the radiology department and fitted with an IV. They kept asking me whether I thought a local anesthetic would be enough or if I wanted something more. I had no idea what to answer, but generally I try to avoid any type of drug I am not required to have, so I agreed to go with just the local anesthetic. That was probably a mistake. The catheter insertion didn’t hurt per se, but you could tell at least the big things they were doing. So, when it came time to have the catheter pushed inside of your chest, you could feel and hear them pushing the tube deep into your chest – about the same as you would imagine a drain rooter going into a pipe. They finished up, and I can’t say I was ever in pain, but boy was my neck stiff. I go back to the drain snake analogy, it felt like I had a metal coil pressing against my trachea and holding my neck vertical. I then got taken to my room and checked in, and got to spend a little time with my parents and Lisa before dialysis. Lisa was able to come down with me for the first dialysis late Monday afternoon. That was good because she got to see me hooked up for the first time, and this nurse was just fantastic. She explained in great detail everything she was doing and what I should expect. I can’t tell you how much better having Lisa there, and having this great nurse made this initial experience and really thank God for taking care of those details – I really needed both. Dave and Mar-Lee came to visit that night. That was really appreciated. Monday night was my low point. Dialysis went well, but I felt horrible afterwards. I got a very bad headache for most of that night, and was still feeling pretty beat up from the catheter procedure. The headache was the result of my body not being used to the new blood chemistry – basically a really bad hang over feeling. With the headache, uncomfortable hospital bed, and shock of everything that happened during the day, I didn’t sleep well at all. I definitely prayed a lot and felt pretty bad for myself. God really lifted me out of that low point, and knowing that this was only temporary and Jesus has won the battle for me over death and pain, God delivered me from that low point. I eventually was able to get some sleep that night. I was woken up twice though, once by a shot in the stomach. I thought the nurse was insane when she came in to give that to me. A shot in the stomach was about the worst pain my mind could imagine before going in to the hospital. It ended up not being anywhere near as bad as I had imagined, but that poor nurse must have just seen sheer terror on my face when she told me what she was going to do. She was great about it and patient with me, and we got through it. The staff at Porter were all great, and that really helped things. Their caring and positive attitudes were real gifts to me. The second time I was woken up, it was a 4:30 AM blood draw. Mar-Lee had warned me about the “vampires”. Getting woken up by needles was probably my least favorite part about the hospital. The next morning, I had dialysis at 6:30. This one went by very uneventfully. This time I wasn’t alone. Luckily the first dialysis nurse had warned me that I would see some very sick people in the dialysis centers, and to not let that get me down. Many of the people would have a lot of problems in addition to needing dialysis, and hopefully I’d never have to face some of those same struggles being that I am otherwise pretty healthy and in good shape. This second day, there were 2 other people in there with me that just broke my heart – they looked so sick and like they were suffering so much. I hoped so much that they knew Jesus and had Him as their foundation and hope like I did. 2nd dialysis went very well, and I got back up to my room in time for lunch and to see Lisa. Lisa was just absolutely amazing in this experience. She was always there, always positive, and just such a blessing. I can’t thank God enough for bringing her into my life. She is truly a gift from God. My parents were also a great blessing and there for the first 2 days. The rest of Tuesday was such a blessing. I felt great this time after dialysis – no headache. Then, a stream of people just kept coming. First, Dennis and Juanita Simonich. They have experience in their family with dialysis, and that was great to hear. Then Lisa’s sister Lori and husband Jon visited us. That was very much appreciated too, and I think gave Lisa a good short break going to an early dinner with them. Next, Larry and Sue Beaumont, and Bill, Barb, and Annie Kosick visited. Dave came back on his way home from work, and Tom and Carole Stutzman. I just cannot tell you how perfect this stream of people was, and how perfectly timed all of the visits were one after another, but with enough time in between to not overwhelm me or Lisa, and to also allow all of the nurses and tests to intersperse between the visits. I really appreciated the phone calls I received as well. Tuesday night, I was hoping to sleep better. My neck was much less stiff. I did sleep better, but had the same interruptions from the “vampires”. I was so hopeful I would have dialysis at 6:30 again and be able to come home by about noon on Wednesday. But, that just wasn’t meant to be. Dialysis ended up being scheduled for 12:30 PM. Lisa was there bright and early again. Lisa’s parents came to visit this morning too. That was very appreciated, and things ended up working out very well even though I didn’t get out of the hospital as early as I had hoped. We got to spend some good time visiting in the room that morning. Dialysis went very well, and I was able to be released from the hospital at about 4:30 Wednesday afternoon.
Now comes the “new normal”. That is a term that Don Piper uses in his books. He was pronounced dead after an accident, and spent 90 minutes in heaven before being returned to his body and surviving. It is just exactly right for what I am experiencing. My diet is going to have to completely change. Most of my favorite foods are now not good for me to eat on dialysis, as sodium, potassium, and phospates are very difficult to be removed by hemodialysis. So, this basically removes cheese and other dairy products, as well as most of the sauces I like on pasta. I’ll adapt and survive, and actually felt I ate very well in the hospital on the restrictions – but, it was a shock when we were trying to figure out meals and shopping for groceries last night. I know the “new normal” is going to be different, but I have so much hope that God is going to use this whole experience for something incredibly glorifying for Him.
I have already been so blessed and carried through this experience by Him, and I just can’t state how much hope I have for this new normal and new experience. The medical part is just awful for me, but this trial is forcing me to depend so much on God for strength and guidance, and that is really liberating. James 1:2-4 has great new meaning to me:
1:2 My brothers and sisters, consider it nothing but joy when you fall into all sorts of trials, 1:3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. 1:4 And let endurance have its perfect effect, so that you will be perfect and complete, not deficient in anything.
I still would have a very hard time wishing to fall into a trial, but I know that in a fallen world, a trial is inevitable, and that God will bring me through it. My hope is in Jesus, and this all happening right before Easter just really builds my hope and anticipation even more for Christ’s second coming, and the full redemption and restoration of creation. I would challenge everyone who reads this to go read 1 Corinthians 15, Romans 8, and Colossians 1. We focused on these in our last Sunday school class, I think they will reveal my state of mind and hope perfectly in Christ’s resurrection and the power, glory, and hope I have in Him. Dialysis is temporary, but because of His death on the cross and resurrection on the 3rd day, I know that I have eternal life and hope.
Kevin