
“My
husband drove me to the first dialysis at the Regional Podkarpacki
Hospital in Krosno. I was so anxious, I don’t remember what
time I was admitted to the hospital and what it was like. I was
prepared for a week long stay, because on the day of admittance
to the ward, my creatinine level exceeded 11 mg/dl.
I was completely overtaken by fear. Entering the dialysing room
on that day felt equal to entering a prison cell, but without knowing
how long my stay was going to be…
When the dialysis began, I had the feeling someone was sucking blood
out of my body and that the blood was accelerating its own current.
The emotions of the first dialysis were holding firm. I thought
there was no way back and that I was “condemned”. What
would happen to my travel plans? – I thought…
I remember the bed on which I laid. It was in a corner, near the
wall facing a window. There were seven artificial kidneys in the
room. Seven machines that caused pain and saved lives at the same
time. Anyone to be dialysed for the first time is like an actor
taking his or her first steps on the stage. There are no stars or
heroes here, only monstrous stage fright and uncertainty. Almost
everyone watches in silence while the poor novice is crippled with
fear. I wondered what they were thinking. Whether they were compassionate,
or happy the disease got someone else, not one of them? “
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