In January 2011, I had an eGFR of 30. This equates to a rough percentage of kidney function, so while things were certainly looking less than stellar, they weren’t yet quite severe enough to warrant treatment – much to my surprise!
This was because the treatment consisted of chemotherapy and high doses of steroids, both of which have some pretty serious side effects. After much deliberation, it was decided it was in my best interest to hold off on that for the time being, monitor my symptoms and blood tests results closely, and see what happened next. It wasn’t yet known whether I’d continue to deteriorate, or whether things would settle down by themselves, and I’d have no further problems.
This “wait and see” approach continued for the next twelve months, during which I tried (with varying levels of success) to ignore what was happening to me. I graduated from teachers’ college and started working full-time.
By February 2012 things had begun to deteriorate further, and I started treatment that, at least at the time, was the most intense thing I had ever experienced.
I discovered that chemotherapy is not only for cancer patients, cats really aren’t very helpful at organising medication, a surprisingly high percentage of my friends and family have a bizarre fondness for surgical masks and gloves and that when your hair starts falling out, your drain tends to clog! Great fun!