I’ve been in Dialysis since December of 2015. This December would be my 3rd year of doing this. At first I thought I’d have it easy, until once in a while I’d have small pains to endure.. and recently my Permcath access had to be replaced. Another big pain in the ass to endure for a month.
The surgeon who replaced my Permcath, as I remember, gave me a short sermon when I requested to have this replaced. She was like “okay I’ll let this slip this time, but in the next six months you HAVE to have that transplant! Let this be a wake up call for you to fix your papers and find a donor!” Oh, yeah sure. It’s like it’s that easy for us to find a donor and look for Php x,x,xxx.xx to cover all those costs from admitting, room, surgeries, professional fees for the doctors and for my donor’s blood tests, etc. Sure, Philhealth will cover up to Php 600,000.00 but that won’t be enough. The seminar in the hospital always brings up ‘that’s better than not having anything to receive!’ They also brought up that the required Php 300,000.00 is not show money but as reserved money for it to get confirmed to be in their list for Cadaver Kidney recipients. This part stresses me off. So much money required.
In the last 2 years, from the place where I usually have my Dialysis treatments, I’ve gotten used to the people I see there. There are patients whom become memorable to me. I love seeing seniors; senior husbands and wives who stick together through thick and thin and guiding each other. It’s so heartwarming. At the same time I feel a tinge of jealousy because why can’t my parents be like that? But okay, my dad is dead, no use to feel jealous anymore. At least he’s um, dead and resting in peace, may God be with him up there. Lol.
1. Perry: First, he reminds me of a lawyer I see on TV. Two, his name reminds me of our dog. I love my dogs. 😀 Third, he reminds me of my dad. May you live longer, sir. He is like around his 80s now. My dad is around his mid 70s when he passed away. Fourth, he is also a lawyer, like his lookalike I mentioned first.
2. The Long Haired Muscle Man: I’ve seen him since the beginning of my treatments there, but it was so random that like 5 weeks ago he suddenly started talking to my mom. (I’m like yes finally! He finally speaks to people!) While they were talking, he mentioned that his son has the same disease as his, and his wife has Cancer. He also mentioned that he wants to live long to see his children grow up, and worries about his son not being able to live normally. He was like “what about when he comes to that age when he wants to date, have his own family, no?” If I were in that son’s place, I’d be worried about that myself, too. I am so glad I’ve finished school and have this erupted after that.
3. She & Him: There was a couple who lives a few villages away from us. She passed by our house a few times and noticed the girl sweeping in the morning outside changes from house 1 (ours) to the house infront of it (not a neighbor, the house is also ours). She told my mom about it. She’s one of those wives of the patients who have dialysis there and likes to talk and make friends with the other watchers of the patients to pass by time. Her husband doesn’t have treatments anymore because her patient died. They have kids and hopefully she is able to keep up with their life. I like them because they stick together through thick and thin moments. They never left each other even though her husband was a disabled man.
4. The Interior Designers: These senior couple are memorable to me because the husband always talks and makes friends with the other watchers and starts up an interesting conversations. His wife is the same, too. Always smiling and approachable to talk to. I’ve learned many things from them. One of them mentioned that their work before this includes attending to the interior needs of their clients. Basta, they’re always a happy going couple. They’re the types of couples who are together through thick and thin.
5. That Couple Who’s Designated To Sit Next To Us: Other than the couple in #4, the wife talks a lot with my mom. I think they’re beginning to become close friends a few weeks from now. The wife is talkative and gets to know everyone there, and whenever they’re talking it makes me giggle a bit.
Don’t be too annoyed mom, at least you’re having people wanting to talk to you and it also takes up time from the four hours that I am there sitting to finish my treatment.
In these years that I’ve been there I’m afraid that when the time comes that this place moves to a new location, I’ll still be in this same branch but these people would have had their transplant and I’ll be like a senior patient there. Like I’ll be older than the real senior patients there, not by age of course.