On that early fall day when I decided to pursue a transplant, a race of sorts began. I hoped to have the operation completed before I needed dialysis.
It got to the point in late January 2000 that I was having as many bad days as good days. I often woke up feeling nauseated and I was always exhausted. If I didn't get 10 to 12 hours of sleep per night, I was worthless the following day.
Dr. Pruchno presented me the option of going on hemodialysis. "It's your choice, but I guarantee you'll feel better within a week," he said.
It did not take a whole lot of convincing.
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