On 10th February 2011 exactly 4 months to the day i was due to get married I was told my kidneys were failing, or in medical terms stage 4/5 renal failure with proliferative overlap. This monster of a disease had silently crept past the basic medication I had been taking for just over a year and started eating slowly away at my kidneys. 4 months before my wedding I was slowly filling with fluid as my body refused to process the toxins out. 4 months before my wedding i was told i wouldn't work for a year. 4 months before my wedding i was told i had to have 6 months of a chemotherapy based treatment and my hair would fall out. 4 months before my wedding i was told there was a chance my fertility could be rapidly reduced. 4 months before my wedding i wanted to just close my eyes and go to sleep and wake up when it was all over.
After the biopsy and diagnosis i was kept in hospital to commence my first round of treatment the next day. I was moved to a short stay ward in probably one of the oldest parts of the hospital. It was gloomy and cluttered as i was wheeled down the corridor, i remember the dull yellow lighting giving every object and person a sickly jaundice glow. All the time thinking is this really real? Is this me lying in this bed? The infusion was a round of methylprednisolone (steroids) first then a drip and a friendly nurse with a bright blue plastic bag with 'Cytotoxic' written on it, out of the bag came a huge oversized syringe of poison... connected to the drip and pumped into me.
For 3 days after i vomited an array of rainbow colours, mostly blue. I remember my sister standing at the bottom of my hospital bed in horror. I remember the atrocious smell of hospital food that i could not stand to touch, i remember my friend Catherine bringing me lots of bubble bath and Lush soaps for when i got home. I remember the smell of the blue palmolive shower gel in my hospital bag that the nurse put in the bath for me, a smell i can't bear to this day and will bypass in the shops. I remember Chloe, a nurse who was a friend of a colleague, but has since become a great friend of my own, coming to see me on her break and stroking my hand, battered and bruised from various attempts at getting a canula in. I remember managing to walk to the Costa coffee in the hospital with Mark to get him a piece of lemon drizzle cake as it was his birthday, the same evening roaring with tears knowing he was sat in the hospital cafeteria eating his dinner alone on his birthday - a thought to this day that always makes me cry, no matter that over two years have passed and lots of wounds have healed.
I was released on Wednesday 16th and taken home, i remember the lovely Lynnie coming to see me from work with a great big Orchid and Betty's Macaroon's. I remember flowers arriving from all corners of the country, work head office, aunties, old friends, i remember i had flowers on the fireplace hearth, windowsill, tables, in my bedroom. They just kept on coming, i honestly didn't realise how much people cared.
Aside from my family and Mark, one thing that recurs most amongst all these memories are those of my friends, people whom i thought were and turned out not to be, people i knew who would be there and then did so without question, people who i never thought would be first to offer help and surprised me with their kindness and then people who just thought that they should show their face once to feel better about themselves, make them feel like a good person and never bother again. The old sayings are the best and when times are tough you really do find out who your real friends are.
To Fiona, who changed her day off to sit with me while they pumped poison through my veins, painted my toenails for me afterwards then fell asleep on my bed whilst watching The Lovely Bones, who held my hand in my mums living room as i sobbed at the clumps of hair in my hands 4 weeks before the wedding.
To Catherine, for the hours spent doing jigsaw puzzles, knitting and watching your Desperate housewives box sets, for the car trips to the hospital, bringing me edible food, again for sitting through one of those nasty chemo sessions and helping me eating fruit pastilles to help take the bitter taste out of my mouth.
To Kirsty, for the cups of tea (i still have the meercat mug and coaster!), the bandana to cover up my ever increasingly baldy head and for the spins around the hospital in my wheelchair to cheer me up!
To my lovely ladies from Links, Jodie, Hannah, Lynnie. I couldn't wish for better colleagues.
To fiona, Dave and a very little Lyra at the time- thanks for the tea and cake and Lyra smiles!
To Emily and Ben - the tulips lasted for weeks!
To Becky and the Kids for restoring some normality and treating me like a human
I could go on forever to the people that i owe a debt too, i'm sorry if you didn't get a mention this time but i'm sure there'll be lots of opportunity for a mention, i'm afraid there's a lot of backlog in this brain of mine... haha stay tuned..........
