I'm still in the hospital. Transplant is scheduled this Wednesday. I didn't have many tests for the past one week except for dialysis. Tomorrow is a big day. I have my last (fingers crossed) dialysis and a plasma exchange thereafter. After several discussions, meetings and tests, the doctors agreed to give me one session of plasma exchange (PE) as precautionary treatment before kidney transplant. I will start my immunosuppressant drugs tomorrow, to suppress my immune system and thus avoid any rejections.
We had a long meeting with the head surgeon this afternoon and signed the necessary documents. He explained about the surgery. My family joined the meeting as well. After the tiring session, I headed to the dialysis center, while my mom waited at the ward.
After dialysis, as I lay lazily on the bed, I asked my mom to check if I have any gray hair. I'm 31 this year and I always brag that I don't even have a single gray hair. My sister, on the other hand, has lots and she's only 29. My husband started to have lots, even in his facial hair, but me...nope! And I'm actually proud of it; showing off and bragging about my shiny gray-less mane to whomever willing to listen. Well, I guess I can't do it anymore. It was devastating. My mom found a single gray strand today. It was unbelievable. I checked and detested that it was not a gray hair. Actually it doesn't look gray at all, maybe (just maybe) slightly silvery.
Anyways, what the heck! I'm just getting wiser! I'll just brag about it then after this.
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