Personal Narrative: Adult Polycystic Kidney Disease

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On July 4, 2008, I was dancing with my son one minute and in the hospital emergency room the next. I was extremely scared and the only thing on my mind was what will happen to my kids if I die. That experience changed my life from that day forward. I still worry about reliving that experience in the future. Adult Polycystic Kidney Disease is an inherited disease that is passed down from generation to generation. The disease is when cysts grows on your kidneys and eventually take care over them. When this happens you will have to receive a kidney transplant or be on dialysis the remainder of your life. The carrier of this disease is the male, which means I inherited it from my father Joel Ned Alexander Jr. After being…show more content…
After telling the lady at the front desk my symptoms, I waited to be called. While waiting for my name to be called, I tried diagnosing myself and thought I must have a urinary tract infection. A few minutes later, a nurse came out of a back room and called my name. I was surprised because I was called before many people who were in the waiting room when I entered. The nurse took me to the back room and asked me to describe my symptoms once again. I could tell by her facial expression she was very concerned. I don’t know why but I brought up my family history of polycystic kidney disease. After telling her this, she said that she needed to see where the bleeding was coming from and needed to insert a syringe in my bladder to make sure that it contained urine. Unfortunately my bladder was full of blood. One of the many cysts on my kidneys had ruptured and filling my bladder with blood. I was immediately admitted into the hospital which left me no choice but to call my kids, my mom and my dad who came to the hospital within the hour. It seemed like they were by my bedside within…show more content…
I could see the catheter bag hanging from the bed which was filling up with blood instead of urine. I thought I was going to bleed to death as I can not accept blood transfusions, due to my religious beliefs. After a week in the hospital, the fluid in the catheter bag started gradually turning yellow. On day seven, the doctor came to my room and gave me the best news that I have heard in a long time. He said “Kerry you can go home but will need to follow-up with your doctor”. This day has changed my life forever. I thought I was going to die in the hospital. Although, I had to give up some of the more daring activities I once did, being there for my kids and grandkids is worth

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