About a Boy and a Kidney Transplant in London – Part Four

This blog entry is very different to what I had expected it would be.

I am going to explain but I need to back track a little.

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

Years of Preparation

Henry spent the first six weeks of his life in the NICU. More often than I care to remember, doctors would escort us to ‘the room’ and tell us that they were doing everything they could but they were unsure of how much longer he’d make it.

Many babies born with Prune Belly Syndrome don’t, in fact, survive very long past birth, and many don’t make it past the age of two.

Soon after, Henry was also diagnosed with chronic kidney disease. What the doctors kept telling us they were sure of, was that at some point in Henry’s life, he would require a kidney transplant. It was anybody’s guess when that would be.

Knowing and Accepting Enough

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

Last year, blood tests began to clearly identify the characteristics of a failing kidney (Henry has had one kidney removed) and plans for transplant began.

We had lengthy talks with his doctor. Talks that made me feel as if I would pass out just by hearing about all the possible complications. But I wanted and needed to hear the truth, the good, the bad and the very ugly. His doctor gave me literature to read and jot down any questions I might have. Only, every time I tried to read, each word would sting and burn and I knew it was only going to cause me more harm.

I knew all I needed to know. I knew that he had the best team of doctors, surgeons, nurses and pharmacists possible. I knew that no matter what I read and how many questions and worries it might have conjured, it wasn’t going to change anything. I knew that it would only make me more anxious and this anxiety would eventually affect what my real job was – to be his mom.

Not all Diseases are Visible

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

Just by looking at him, you’d never guess anything was wrong. His outward appearance, attitude and energy does not, in any way, reflect, that fact that he is in end stage renal failure. This is both encouraging and worrying.

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

Encouraging because it helps me be positive and it helps me forget how bad things have been, how much he has been through and how much more he needs to go through. It’s worrying because every sneeze, ‘ouch’ or slightly different behaviour, I steer toward high alert very quickly.

Renal Failure and the Importance of Medications, Diet & Fluids

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

With Chronic Kidney disease, stability of the kidney is detrimentally vital and a change in kidney function can be life threatening. Thanks to Henry’s dedicated doctors, medical teams, nurses and pharmacists, Henry’s medications have kept him at the most optimal condition he could possibly be.

I have also learned that equally important to keep kidney function stable is diet and fluid intake.

If you’re familiar with picky toddlers, you’ll know what I mean when I say that it’s probably easier to pull teeth out of a fire breathing dragon than it is to get a four year old to eat and drink what is required. This became evident when one of his blood levels got dangerously high – risking not being able to go to transplant. We were only a month away.

The options were a) a naso-gastric tube to to feed the required amount of meds and fluids, b) dialysis to bring the level down c) make sure he drinks the right amount of water with medicated carbohydrates orally. For me, the answer was easy and I was going to do everything I could to avoid the trauma of the NG tube or the dreadful dialysis. I had a week.

It was an emotional struggle for me because I intended to make the most of the last few weeks. Instead, we avoided going out or meeting friends because this distracted him from drinking. The level decreased by almost half.

Everything in Place

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

We were ready. Henry was in the right place, his bloods were stable. R had been cleared and ready to donate his kidney. And I was coping better than I expected I would be. I suspect it’s because I had been preparing for 4 years.

For me, the packing is a huge headache. Spreadsheets at the ready, counting and calculating medicines and equipment we would need to take, because apart from a long list of medications, we also need equipment for his catheterisations. And this wasn’t for a week or two (thank you to AirMalta who were so understanding). I dread even the thought of being caught without medications or equipment.

We were in London two weeks before the transplant date for final checks and make sure everything was 100% for both R and Henry. We were good to go for the first week of June.

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

But…..Henry had a cough. And after being seen by doctors, anesthetists and surgeons, and after additional tests and chest x-rays, the decision was made to postpone the transplant.

So Much Happening

Not only did I have the concerns of Henry’s pending transplant, but so much was going on in London and I missed my family so very much. It was easy to say, sure, let’s make the most of the time, perhaps visit a museum or child friendly attraction to get his mind off things. But in light of all that was going on, I was quite uneasy about visits of the sort.

Just to put things into perspective, R had a visit at Guy’s hospital, the day before the Borough Market attack. Guy’s hospital is literally 2 minutes away from the market. Guy’s hospital was a lockdown that night. It was just all too close for comfort.

We have, since, moved out of London and feel safer.

The Wait

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

We started waiting again. When I heard that it could be up to 6 weeks before another date could be booked, I felt a huge gaping hole in my heart. But the truth is, I was worried about his cough and deep down my instincts kept telling me he was not ready. Despite the long wait, a few weeks is nothing (NOTHING) in comparison to his safety.

A kidney transplant is major. Post surgery complications arise when you start at 100%, let alone when you don’t, and even more so with immunosuppression. I was terrified enough of the complications that might come up, I could not, in my right mind be upset about this wait. I was happy and relieved.

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

You may be wondering why it would need to be so long before another date is booked, but this surgery takes a great, great deal of planning not in one, but between two hospitals – R’s and Henry’s. This means operating theatres, surgeons, anesthetists etc., between 2 hospitals. Moreover, this is the recommended time required to make sure Henry has completely recovered.

As for me, I am coping. I have found things to do that act as great coping mechanisms for me. And R is doing amazingly well in keeping up with his required weight.

A Bird with a French Fry - About a Boy & a Kidney Transplant in London

Henry has been under careful watch and has since recovered from the cough. My current tasks have been to keep him stable and entertained enough for him not to tell me he misses home…. for just a little longer.

7 Comments
  1. Your family is such an inspiration for people going through a rough patch in their lives! I believe ithat maybe it was not the best time for Harry’s operation and what happens is always for the best. You family is in my prayers, keep strong all of you and God bless. Hugs.

    1. Thank you so much Marthese. I really do hope that it helps in some way. I write and share in hopes of spreading light and positivity from a difficult situation. Yes, I truly believe it was not the right time for Henry, so I am happy that we had the opportunity to wait. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. Hugs

  2. I wish I could express my feelings and thoughts as well as you do.
    I have thought of answering with some wise saying but nobody can give any advice unless one has gone though such a situation. I tried thinking of something funny to say to cheer you up, but all jokes fall flat at such a serious moment. Meant to talk about prayer and other spiritual reflections but I feel so artificial and artificial.
    All I can say is that you and your family are so brave. no one would have handled the situation better.
    Your blog has made me feel very much part of this journey without feeling I am intruding in your family life. Thank you for sharing. Life has given me a few blows here and there but never anything you are going through. You have taught me so many things no great university would ever have imagined teaching. You are role models.
    i am with you in spirit. Keep up the fight…it s worth fighting.
    May God bless you all.

  3. My dear friends,
    Reading this has explained what u r going through and we r so shocked and sad to read what a terrible time life is giving you. Our brave friends we send our love and prayers and although its been ages since we saw you we will never forget the good times together, the friendship u always showed and the kindness in our troubled times in the past. Godbless and love from Janet and Victor Briffa

  4. As always after reading your blogs, I am left speechless and amazed at your strength,courage and determination. The only thing I can do is pray for your beautiful family (if there is anything else I can help with, I would be honoured to do so).
    In my thoughts and prayers,
    Petrina xxx

  5. Everything I wished to say has been said in the comments left on this page. I am with you in spirit. Keep strong – all of you. I will be thinking and praying, as you wait – a little longer.

  6. Lor, may God keep you always as you are doing. Without his help, we are nothing but with God’s guidance you will overcome all obstancles. I pray for you and your family, and hope to see once again settled in Malta. God bless you all.

    Iris

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