So, I stopped being diligent. Which is stupid. I can actually hear someone saying “Don’t say stupid!” But it is, or was. I don’t know why I strayed. I wish I did, but I don’t. Lazy? Hungry for a chicken leg? Six chicken legs? Inn & Out Burger? Ugh. Things are too serious with me for being loose with diligence. I have a bowl of oatmeal beside me and a laptop in front of me. I would like to share a piece of my story and then I have a favor to ask of you.
Here is a short part of my story:
I am a kidney patient. I had a transplant in 2010 – YAY! A lovely co-worker gave me the gift of life. She downplays it, but it is no little thing and I am grateful every single day. The kidney disease, however, reappeared in my new kidney in 2012. Once you are a transplant patient, you are watched over like a crazy over-protected mother. Well, not crazy really, watchful. So, treatment on the disease began early instead of things going undetected for ages.
Still today, eight years after transplant, my kidney function is perfect. I register as Stage 2 CKD (Chronic Kidney Disease). A person can life at that stage for decades. People probably live at that level without every even knowing it. Of course, I am aware because I get my labs done every single month and I can see the numbers. I may be able to see that disease exists, but I can also see it is staying steady.
My issue is proteinuria. Too much protein in the urine. (Can I use the word urine in a blog?) It has soared, it has leveled off, it has gotten so low I thought it was reversing and it has begun to climb again. I’ve watched it. I’ve worried. I’ve prayed. I’ve crossed my fingers (a very advanced technique).
This past week was nephrology appointment time. I moved from St. Louis (my home of 36 years) to Las Vegas 2 years ago. I did not change nephrologists until last fall. This is only my second time see him. I love him, truly I do. It is hard leaving the team that has worked with you for so long, but I couldn’t be happier.
Having said that, I knew this would not be a great visit. I have eyes and some knowledge. I’ve seen my labs. I knew we had some talking to do.
After all the medical blah blah blah, and him explaining some of the med management he wanted to try. I told him that I had tried a plant-based diet and my numbers really responded. He, like so many others, is a big proponent of meat. He said something I have heard before: “I don’t get it because a protein molecule is a protein molecule.” I told him I had heard that said, but I have read articles that vegetable protein is just plain easier on your system to process. He sat there and stared at me for about 30 seconds. Then said: “Ok, show me.”
What? A doctor that is willing to see if it works? I felt like the heavens opened and light shone down. He asked me to do a 30 day test, then quickly amended it to 90 days. He asked me if I could give it a full quarter test on a pure plant-based diet and he would like to see what happened.
Of course I agreed to do it.
So, here I am. Vegan Again. Only this time it is for real.
My options are: Eat plants or take some seriously ugly meds and IV treatments with equally serious side effects.
Not a hard choice to make.
Can you help? Can I get your favorite plant-based meal or recipe? I have done it before, but I feel a little overwhelmed at this minute for a reason I cannot explain and decided not to try to.
I’m only just begun so I won’t have test results for a few weeks. But I am on board 100%