Hello everyone
Sorry I didn't post right away after the surgery, but it has been a crazy time!
As most of you know, I donated (wow! first time saying it in past-tense here!) my left kidney to my younger sister a week ago, on Tuesday May 10th.
The transplant was a complete success. The kidney started working immediately! The next morning, my sister's creatinine dropped from 4 or 5 point something to .80!!!! Amazing!!! And my creatinine post-surgery was 1.19 (coming up from .75)...so, not too shabby either.
My sister and I shared a hospital room; this was a good idea in ways, and a bad idea in some regards. I found myself constantly worrying about her when she didn't feel well, which I'm sure didn't help my own healing process. And I know she worried about me a lot too, sometimes feeling guilty for the pain I was in. And we stepped on each others toes a few times, like when I wanted the light off but she was still reading or vice versa...etc.
The real tough time was when we learned that she could go home finally, but I could not. She had already been having bowel movements and urinating a lot, and tolerating solid foods, but I wasn't, this was day four. Even though my sister had been in the hospital for days and was anxious to go home, she had a very hard time leaving me in the hospital. We shed some tears, and she was taken home to rest. I was moved to a new, much nicer room...thanks to my mom's persuasion
I wasn't really eating much in the hospital because I had no appetite all of a sudden. Secretly, I was just so afraid that I might vomit, that I didn't really allow myself to try to eat much...couldn't risk throwing up. My incisions were so painful, that the thought of throwing up was very scary to me.
This not eating thing turned into a bad pattern though, because by day 4 I had still only eaten half a jello, and two saltine crackers.
My recovery has been going fairly well, with a few hiccups. The first day or two was pretty tough in the hospital. I was released after 4 nights and the better part of one day. Then, the first day or two at home went GREAT and I was thinking "WOW! I'm going to feel great in NO time!" But ever since yesterday, the pain has increased for some reason. My incisions are sore, but healing well. But I've noticed some deep bruising pain on my right side, by my belly button. The doctors tell me this is because they cut through muscle there, so it's naturally going to be very sore. But, the pain is not my real concern.
My real concern is this...and it's a little embarrassing...I have only had one bowel movement since the surgery, and that was forced on by a suppository on Saturday, the day I was discharged.
Since then, I have hardly even been passing gas. Admittedly, I am not eating much, but I think I am eating enough to produce some kind of waste. I am taking Colace every morning, as prescribed by the doctors. I'm sipping on prune juice, and snacking on craisins. I'm also drinking tons of water and walking a fair amount every day...but still no bowel movement
I just started drinking milk of magnesia tonight, and am praying that it works fast.
At this point I'm starting to feel really bloated and sick, but most of all scared. Did anyone else experience this kind of constipation as far as 1 week out of surgery? I understand that the pain medications may contribute to constipation...but shouldn't it be balanced out by all the efforts I'm making to get my bowels moving?
The other concerns...a very small rash I have on my chest, just under my breasts, that leads around to my back. The other thing is the pain meds I'm on make me really itchy, like all pain killers do to me, unfortunately. Because this is my typical reaction to pain killers, the doctors didn't seem too awfully concerned. Also, my face is incredibly dry and splotchy...almost scaly in spots, it was very very soft prior to surgery...I started an aveeno lotion regimine today...I know it's vain, but I hope that's not permanent.
They've been having me couple my pain meds with benadryl, it helps the itching just a little. The doctors didn't seem concerned about the rash when I saw them today for my first follow up, but I've been told to call right away if it gets worse. A pharmacist actually took a look at the rash (which is not painful), and said that in her opinion it looks like a "heat rash". This would make sense, as I've been using a heating pad religiously to help ease the abdominal pain. I'm wondering if it's also possible that the rash is a result of me scratching myself in my sleep...?
I've been able to stay really positive about everything, despite a few minor issues in my recovery. But today, I've found myself freaked out about it all. I just want to have a bowel movement now, more than anything. I'm 26, I have never been concerned with such things...it's so strange. I will never again take my basic bodily functions for granted. And again, I'm sorry for discussing such graphic things here.
Can anyone give me any advice if you've experienced these side effects after donating a kidney?
In general, this whole experience has been much easier than what I was picturing...I find myself so overwhelmed with gratitude for the success of it, and for the opportunity to do something so amazing. I can't even express adequately the joy I feel when I see my sister now. She is eating, laughing and returning to normal very fast. She still has a long road of recovery ahead of her too, but she's already doing so great.
Prior to surgery, there was so much fear. I'm a little worried about myself right now, but more than anything I am filled with gratitude that I was able to make this decision, and follow through with it. There were times that I seriously wondered whether or not I could actually go through with it.
When it came down to the morning of surgery, my sister was sick. She was vomiting and looked awful. When I saw her like that the morning of our surgery, all the fear I had for myself melted away suddenly, and I knew in my heart, 100%, that I had made the right decision. In that moment, I was only concerned with my sister, and found myself completely ready to give her my kidney, to stop her agony. I look back at the struggle I went through to get to this point, and am overwhelmed by gratitude that somehow I found the strength to go through with it. If I had been born with three kidneys, I would do it again in a heart beat. This feeling of love and satisfaction I have when I see my sister doing well runs so deep, it is so beautiful.
Thank you all for being with me every step of this amazing journey, I am proud to officially be a part of your "club"
Most Sincerely,
Sarah