Saturday, November 21, 2015

Getting On: Dialysis on HBO



One of my favorite shows is HBO’s “Getting On”, a passive-aggressive comedy about life in the women’s long-term care unit of a California hospital. The cast includes comedy veterans Laurie Metcalf (“Roseanne”, “Desperate Housewives”, and “The Big Bang Theory”), Alex Borstein (“Mad TV”, “Family Guy”), and Niecy Nash (“Reno 911”). The show gets good reviews, so I was surprised and disappointed when I learned that the show’s third season would be its last. My disappointment turned into excitement when Season Three’s first episode revealed that Dawn Fourchette’s (Ms. Borstein’s character) kidneys were only functioning at 10 percent, which meant that she needed to start dialysis immediately - just like I did.


“Excitement” is a weird word to use because I wouldn’t wish kidney failure on my worst enemy. But if dialysis and kidney disease get more exposure because of this and other shows, they will get discussed more by everyone, and that gets me excited.


Season Three’s second episode shows Dawn getting dialysis at work; I thought “Wow, they’re showing a real dialysis machine on TV!” Seeing it also brought my dialysis days right back to me for a moment - and that did not feel good.

I’m looking forward to watching the series’ final four episodes to see how dialysis changes Dawn’s life, and how accurately the experience of being a hemodialysis patient is portrayed.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Post-Transplant Notes



[I wrote the following about a week after my kidney transplant. At the time, Hercules had not started working yet.]

Post-Kidney Transplant Thoughts:

Now I can turn off my phone at night.

I smelled a little pee pee on myself yesterday, and I almost didn't mind.

I look forward to paying it forward.

I should be asleep right now, but I am back in full Dave mode. The new one, not the old one. I'm going to try to get some sleep anyway....

No more post-dialysis naps. That's ten hours back every week.

If this all goes to shit, I did the best I could every step of the way. And I found love and support when I needed it.

The rest of me works just fine!

It's easy to say that it will all have been worth it when I'm peeing again. But what if something goes wrong and I end up with a third nonfunctional kidney? Will it have been worth it then?

I've gained about 30 pounds in seven days because of the water weight gain and weight gain induced by steroids. The swelling has moved from my hands to my ankles, feet, scrotum, thighs, and face. I'm not totally freaked out because I went through something similar when my kidneys failed. I'm in much better physical condition now, and I look forward to regaining my original physique and then some.

I have grown tighter with the Renal community.

I now know who my true friends are.

Life doesn't give two craps about my new kidney and the challenges that it brings to my life. Life just keeps on as if nothing has changed. This means no rest, no breaks, no slips, no time for sleeping.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Rejection, but not dejection



Tuesday, 10.6.15, around 11am: About 30 minutes ago, my transplant doctor told me that Hercules, my transplanted kidney, was showing signs of rejection, and that there was nothing to be alarmed about, but I would have to check back into the hospital for treatment. I've done enough research to know that this is common and is fixable, and I'm glad that it was detected early, thanks to my 90-day protocol biopsy.

OK. Now that that's out of the way --

My first reaction wasn't devastation, it was "oh crap" - more bad news, here we go. Losing Hercules would be a big disappointment, but I would get over it in time, and pass on what I've learned to people who could benefit from it. My mom would be upset, and so would my wife. But one of the things I've learned since the transplant is that life couldn't give a rat's ass about my kidney; bills still have to be paid, the trash still has to be taken out, people still have to eat, and the seasons still change.

My next thought was that I am really tired of being in the hospital. I thought about it a little more, and what I'm really tired of are the constant disruptions to my life and plans. Since I got the call that a kidney might be available for me, it's been one thing after another - some related to my transplant adventure, and some not.

I'm writing this while riding the bus home from weekly clinic, and am now distracted by the scenery, thank goodness. I'll be back to finish this - or maybe not! I feel better already.

One more thing: I know that this is happening so I can help others.

Same day, early evening: I'm headed back downtown via the Metro. I'm about to check into GWU Hospital for the second time in seven days.

822pm: I'm all checked in and as comfy as one can be in this situation. You know you're a hospital veteran when checking in is smoother than checking into a hotel. Comfortable clothing is a must, and long sleeves are good because the rooms get cold. The only clothes I needed to bring are the warmups I'm wearing, a wool cap, and a few pair of underwear. I didn't even have to answer any insurance questions!

You're also a hospital veteran when most of the staff's faces are familiar, and you know many of their names. It's comforting to see the same faces for a lot of reasons; one important reason is that it is a sign of low turnover.

Wednesday, 10.7.15, 559am: I walked a few laps around the hospital floor this morning. (You wake up very early in the hospital, whether you want to or not.) If you are ever hospitalized and are able to do this, I recommend it. Walking around will keep you from getting stiff. And, if you’re like me, you’ll get to observe a lot of stuff.

After my walk, I was informed that I'll be here at least until Friday. I have to take three intravenous steroid infusions - one each night - and then see where things stand on Friday. My numbers look good, but since there is evidence of rejection, we're taking no chances. I'm glad that this was caught early!

Medical Terms

PCA - patient controlled analgesia. Push a button, get a shot of painkillers instantly through your IV. I don't have this because I'm not in any pain, but I remember using it a few times after my transplant. Dosages are very carefully controlled.

Incentive Spirometer - I have one at home. It helps a person build their lung capacity. Here’s what one looks like:




I was given this one when I checked into this hospital in late June for my transplant. Back then, I could fill my lungs with 3.5 liters (3500ml) of air with no problem, and occasionally reached the device’s limit of four liters (4000ml). Immediately after my transplant, I couldn’t reach the 2000ml mark, and today am only back up to 2500ml. Fortunately, my transplant doctor cleared me to resume cardiovascular exercise two weeks ago!

530pm: A couple of hours ago, a nurse lent me The History of Love, a New York Times bestseller, to read. I'm enjoying looking up the German words that come up every page or so; it refreshes the little German I still remember from the Army and Yale. This will be the second hardcover book I've read in a month. Almost all of the books I've bought or read in the last five years have been e-books.

I just looked up a German phrase on my phone, and tried to switch back to the book. After about five seconds or so of bewilderment, I realized that the story I was reading was sitting on a chair about two feet away from me, not on my phone. That was a nice reality check.

Today has been a good day.

Thursday, 10.8.15, 11am: Walking more laps. Just passed a gentleman patient who was wearing a yellow hospital gown instead of the normal blue gown; since he was accompanied by a mobility specialist, my guess is that the color indicates a fall risk. There is a huge emphasis on no falls and no pain for patients.

4pm: There are certain hospital sounds that you don't hear anywhere else. I spent the last four or five minutes listening to one. It's the alarm that sounds on an intravenous setup when something is wrong with it.  Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, Beep beep, you get the idea. Same tempo as a truck backing up, with a higher pitch. Trucks, however, usually don't back up for fifteen minutes. This damn alarm will beep until the Second Coming unless someone comes and turns it off.

Every evening, I get hooked up to a similar machine for an hour or so to get my steroids. Last night, my setup alarmed, so I called the nurse to turn off the alarm. When she did so, I watched her so I would know how to do it in an emergency. So, after listening to the same alarm in a nearby room for almost five minutes, it occurred to me that I could walk over there and turn off the alarm. I decided not to do it because I knew that it was not the right thing to do. A couple of minutes later, a nurse came by and cleared the alarm. I did the right thing, but for the wrong reason. I might have put someone's life in jeopardy if I went over there. I should have alerted a nurse immediately.

422pm: I was going to write about watching the lady in the neighboring room take her final walk out of here (she arrived two days ago, and was barely walking yesterday - modern medicine works wonders), but I was distracted by the second most irritating sound in this hospital - it just went off again - those GD cellphones! Every staffer on the floor has one. Each phone has three different ringtones to choose from (a hospital technician told me this months ago), but only one or two people on the entire floor have changed the ringtone from the default, which sounds like a five-year-old beating on a xylophone over and over again exactly the same way each time. Different phones are issued every shift, so it's easier for everyone to just leave their phone as is. I asked a nurse if she hears that sound in her head at home. She told me that she had to ask her sister to change her ringtone at home because it sounded exactly the same.

531pm: The same IV alarm goes off again. This time I don't even think about getting up to turn it off, mainly because I'm too tired to care. (I'll tell you why I'm so tired shortly.) At 533pm someone's phone also started ringing outside my room, and I laughed it off. Someone turned off the alarm at 536pm.

I’m tired because this was Crazy Steroid Day. Yesterday, I felt my heart beating a little harder than usual sometimes, but nothing else. Today, the full effect of the ‘roids kicked in right after breakfast. The best way to describe it is a productive buzz. I did a scary amount of work online the rest of the morning and early afternoon, and after lunch did a light workout in my room (including squats) and then walked a bunch of laps. I’ve done lots of walking since the transplant, but I haven’t done squats in over three months, so my legs felt the burn for hours afterward. Thankfully, the ‘roid effect started wearing off while I was writing these notes. The experience would have been a lot scarier if one of the nurses hadn’t told me what to expect. Since I realized what was going on, I was able to make the most of it and didn’t freak out.

A quick word about the staff here - they are great! Everyone is friendly and helpful. The unit manager and clinical supervisor both came over to introduce themselves and make sure I was doing well. Special treatment? Whatever, I’ll take it!

Friday, 10.9.15, 842am: I feel great right now. I just finished breakfast and the second chapter of The History Of Love. After the morning vitals check and blood draw, I stretched, walked ten laps, and did twelve more squats - the best all-around workout I’ve had since my transplant. (I have moved a boatload of furniture around at home these last few weeks; those were good workouts, but only one of them came anywhere near being fun.) All signs point to my going home later today. Until then, my time is unstructured.

Right now, I just want to enjoy the moment and be grateful for everything!

1110am: I said my goodbyes and walked out of the hospital under my own power and in no pain.

Saturday, 10.10.15, 754pm: I am enjoying every moment of being home.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

BLASTER Blues


My home desktop computer, “BLASTER”, died around 10AM on May 6, 2015, bringing a nine-year relationship to an end. This is a log of how I missed it over the following days/weeks, and the changes in my computing and home entertainment setup since then.

May 6 - I now have to use headphones to listen to music in my bedroom, because BLASTER was mainly used for entertainment (I do most of my writing and online communicating on a Chromebook).

I thought about how I would take this opportunity to design and build a system that would meet my computing and entertainment needs for (hopefully) the next ten years. After a week of planning, these are the requirements I came up with:

  1. Inexpensive
  2. Secure
  3. Wireless wherever possible
  4. Solid-state hard drives for any operating system(s)
  5. Bluetooth audio
  6. Data in the cloud; backups on earth
  7. Mobile; modular; scalable; distributed
  8. Windows, Chrome, and Android system compatibility
  9. MSOffice available locally as a last resort
  10. Computer on a stick add-on (for entertainment and/or niche needs)

May 8 - I tried to check something online by selecting the HDMI-2 input option on my TV’s remote control. Since BLASTER used that input, nothing happened.

That same day, I received Facebook messages via smartphone that required immediate replies. I refuse to install Facebook Messenger on my smartphone, so I had to turn on my Chromebook to read and reply to the messages.

May 10 - My Chromebook is now my primary computer, but I’d rather not leave it on all day like I used to do with BLASTER. Thanks to my smartphone, I can still check things online quickly when necessary.

I have not been able to figure out wireless printing from the Chromebook to a Deskjet printer. The 'book sees the printer on the network and can log onto its web print server, but the printer won't appear as a print option.

May 18 - Charging my iPod has been hit or miss on both my Chromebook and an old Dell tower that I pulled out of retirement (it’s so old that I can't see what it's doing when I turn it on because I no longer own a compatible monitor or the necessary adapter). After trying to charge it all day, I've decided to make do without the iPod. The cable supplied by Apple may need to be replaced, and I don’t want to pay $30 for a one-trick-cable.

I downloaded some music onto my smartphone, and am using that as a local music source for the time being. This limits the amount of music that I can carry around with me, because my smartphone has 8GB of memory and is not upgradeable.

June 15

It’s been a busy three weeks.

I purchased a cheap Vizio sound bar, and quickly learned that you get what you pay for. The sound bar is fine for use with the television and for listening to music at low volumes, but it is not designed for listening to music full-blast. On the bright side, Bluetooth is one of its many input options, and I look forward to pairing it with Bluetooth devices in the near future.

A set of very-reasonably-priced Bluedio bluetooth headphones have more than made up for my disappointment with the Vizio sound bar. The sound quality won’t satisfy an audiophile, but I’m no audiophile. I just like to listen to music with reasonably good sound quality, and these headphones do that as well as any wired headphones or earbuds I’ve owned. Bluetooth technology is very easy to learn and use, as long as the audio source is Bluetooth-capable. The headphones can be recharged with a standard USB charger, and the playback and standby times on a full charge are excellent, ranging from days to weeks depending on how often the headphones are used. They also come with a jack that lets the headphones to be used like regular wired ones. I give this item an easy four out of five stars.

An Amazon Fire TV Stick is another welcome addition to my setup. I can now enjoy Internet content without using a regular computer. There is loss of signal sometimes, but I’ve experienced the same thing when using a network cable. Overall, I am pleased with the purchase.

Finally, I replaced BLASTER with an ASUS notebook/tablet hybrid with Windows 8.1 and Microsoft Office Home & Student 2013. The main reasons I chose it are (a) the price, (b) the notebook part has a 500GB hard drive, (c) Windows 8.1 is on a 32GB solid-state drive so it’s faster, and (d) MS Office Home and Student 2013 are included.

I was very unhappy with the machine for the first week or so. It charges fine with my other USB chargers, but takes a really long time when I use the charger that it shipped with. And, when attached to the tablet, the notebook actually drains the battery while in charging mode! I came really close to sending it back for a refund, but the technician in me told me to hang in there -- and I’m glad I did.

The tablet works great. My first installation of Google Chrome contained some crapware, but an uninstall/reinstall took care of that. Wireless printing and Bluetooth work as advertised. It’s been awhile since I used a tablet, so I had to get used to swiping with my fingers all over again. I’m using the notebook’s 500GB drive to store local backups and restored data from BLASTER. Everything on the drive is a copy of data that is stored elsewhere. And, as long as it isn’t plugged in, the charge lasts as long as other tablets and notebooks that I’ve used over the years.

I finally took a close look at my trusty Chromebook’s ports and discovered that I can connect it to my TV and use it the same way I used BLASTER! This is great, but I don’t want to wear the Chromebook out. It is my trusted road warrior, and until something better comes along I will try to use it the same way I always have.

All in all, I am pleased with the new setup, and I realize that, as “thrifty” as my collection of electronic gear is, I am blessed to have what I have.

Remaining tasks: download my Google music library to an external drive so I have an Earth-based backup of all my music (somewhere between 15 and 18GB - I haven’t checked in a while); and eventually get a small, non-Apple MP3 player, a subwoofer, and a mini-HDMI-to-HDMI adapter to connect the hybrid to the TV when necessary.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

My Year on PD


Hello! My name is Dave White, and I’ve been a dialysis warrior since late 2009. I live in Prince George’s County, MD with H____, my wife of 13 years. I currently do in-center hemodialysis on a Tue Thu Sat schedule (1st shift), and I also did in-center nocturnal dialysis for two years, as well as one year of peritoneal dialysis (sometimes called PD). This essay covers the good things, bad things, and surprises I experienced during my year as a PD patient.

Here's some background: In Spring 2013, I had grown weary of the extra time in the dialysis chair that nocturnal dialysis required (six hours in my case, as opposed to 4.25). I also longed to return to a “normal” wake/sleep schedule. I had only been listed for a kidney transplant for about a year at the time so, since the chances of receiving a kidney in the near future seemed slim, I started looking at peritoneal dialysis (PD) as an option. 

Right around that time, my dialysis facility had a Baxter representative visit to talk about home PD with any interested patients. During the presentation, I asked the rep and two current PD patients all the questions I had, and by the end of the presentation I was 95 percent convinced that I would try it. The facility social worker provided me with the remaining 5 percent by reminding me that if I didn’t like PD, I could always switch back to hemo. With that in mind, I made the necessary arrangements for surgery and training. I had my PD catheter surgically implanted in early July of 2013, and started my training about two weeks later. I had my last hemodialysis session on July 31, and started doing PD at home the very next day.

In early April of 2014, an abscess developed near my catheter tunnel (the area between where the catheter attaches to the peritoneum and the catheter exit site), and the abscess was surgically removed a couple of weeks later. The abscessed area was not treated with antibiotics post-surgery, and unfortunately I developed peritonitis three months later. When I was advised that my catheter would had to be removed to completely clear the infection, I decided to remove the catheter permanently and return to hemodialysis. The catheter was removed on July 31, and I restarted hemodialysis the very next day, having spent exactly one year on PD.

Here's what I discovered during my year on PD:

The Good:

No more long needles!

Dialysis center visits dropped from about a dozen per month to twice monthly (once for bloodwork and other tests if needed, and once to review the results and meet with the care team).

I had a steadier energy level, and no longer had that washed-out “dialysis hangover” feeling three times a week.

Travelling out of town was much easier, because there was no need to coordinate dialysis times with another clinic (although a nearby center was notified in case of emergency). 

There were fewer restrictions on my diet. I could drink orange juice, eat bananas, and eat tomato or tomato products much more often, and also could drink more fluids because, since I was dialyzing more often, I didn’t have to pull off as much fluid during each session. I freely admit that I made the most of this opportunity!

Lastly, the home environment was preferable for a bunch of reasons: it was more comfortable, I didn’t have to sit near other patients whom I might find objectionable for any one of a variety of reasons, and I had all the creature comforts of home within reach.

The Bad:

I am alive and productive thanks to dialysis, so I don’t want the following to read as being ungrateful. This is meant to be a summary of my year on PD, so I listed everything that I could think of. 

Three outpatient surgeries, each of which left me in considerable pain for about a week.

Every three months, when I visited the facility for bloodwork, I was required to bring the previous day’s used PD solution and filtrated liquid so my dialysis adequacy could be measured. The liquid weighed about 40 pounds and, since I had to use mass transportation to get it to the center, I dreaded this day!

Being connected to the cycler overnight was inconvenient, as I couldn’t roll and thrash around in bed as I normally would, and I couldn’t lay on the side where the catheter exit site was. The alarms that the cycler would sound every night were annoying and a little frightening as well.

The time commitment was burdensome: nine hours overnight, one hour during the day, and an hour of daily setup and teardown meant that I spent eleven hours a day doing dialysis-related stuff.

In addition to the time commitment mentioned above, I spent a significant amount of time every day scheduling activities so they would not conflict with my dialysis schedule. At times, it felt as if I was spending the whole day either dialyzing or thinking about dialyzing. The delivery of PD supplies had to be coordinated every month as well.

I’m 6 feet 3 inches tall, and weighed 97 kilograms (about 214 pounds) when I was on PD. Generally speaking, larger people need more time dialyzing on PD to clean the bloodstream of toxins, and may also have to carry more fluid in their peritoneum during dwell periods. I had to carry around up to 3 liters of PD solution, and even more towards the end of each dwell. Carrying that amount of fluid would sometimes be extremely uncomfortable.

Sometimes, “drain pain” (it usually felt like a cramp on one side) occurred when draining. The only solution that worked for me would be to stop draining and resume when the pain subsided, and that would take anywhere from five to 15 minutes. This would add time to each exchange of fluids.

Supplies took up a lot of space. We live in a modest two-bedroom apartment, and I had to get really creative to make all the equipment fit in my bedroom. I had to make room for about 50 boxes of PD solution, a cycler, an IV pole, and various other PD necessities. The PD solution boxes were each about the size of a toaster oven, and weighed 25-30 pounds.

Speaking of supplies, used supplies had to be disposed of properly. There are two aspects to consider. First, the packaging materials have to be discarded regularly because they take up space; this wasn’t too much of a problem for me, but it might be a huge issue for others depending on local governmental regulations. Secondly, the PD solution contains dextrose, so if you just dump it down the sink, a nasty clog situation will eventually develop. I found it necessary to pour boiling water down the sink after dumping used solution.

The PD catheter creates a new orifice in the human body that has no natural defenses to protect against infectious agents and organisms. As a result, exceptional care must be taken when performing exchanges. A protocol called the “aseptic technique” must be followed; it isn’t very time-consuming, but it is very exacting. If at any point the protocol is violated, the patient may have to start the procedure all over again, and is expected to self-report any contamination of the catheter and take immediate action to prevent infection. This can involve antibiotics, a trip to the dialysis facility to get examined, a trip to the hospital emergency room, or any combination of the above.

Sometimes infections occur even when all precautions have been properly taken, and when this happens, peritonitis - inflammation of the peritoneal cavity - can occur. As I mentioned earlier, this is what turned me off to PD permanently. I had to take antibiotics, had a stomach ache that wouldn’t go away, and was generally miserable for over a week.

Last but not least, the relentless routine was disheartening. Hemodialysis patients get four days off a week. Many PD patients get no break at all -- it’s either do an exchange, or do an exchange, day in, day out, 24/7/365. This, along with the constant planning and scheduling, got to me every so often.

The Surprises:

After a few months, I found that I was drinking a lot more fluid than recommended. I was able to do this because I could choose how much fluid to remove on a given day. My nephrologist could tell how much fluid I was removing by looking at the reports generated by my overnight cycler; she didn’t reprimand me, but she let me know that she knew. Over the long term, I could have damaged my peritoneum by using higher concentrations of PD solution in order to remove more fluid during each exchange. I knew this, and could have done a much better job of managing my fluid intake while on PD.

This is why I was shocked when my “drink more, pull off more” mentality stopped dead in its tracks when I returned to hemodialysis three times a week. I really can’t explain it other than by saying that the control that I had over my therapy while on PD transferred over when I returned to hemodialysis. (Then again, it could be fear of cramping.) I’ve picked up a few tricks to limit my fluid intake since returning to hemo (like substituting fruit for liquid at meals or not refilling my glass), and those tricks help, but I think that a change in mindset has been the main reason.

Another big surprise is that I don’t miss PD at all. I think the biggest reasons are 1) the changes at home that were necessary to support the PD lifestyle, 2) the constant scheduling, rescheduling and thinking about scheduling exchanges, and 3) fewer opportunities to exercise during a typical day. I re-check the feeling of not missing PD regularly by asking myself whether I miss it at odd moments, like when waiting for the city bus that takes me to dialysis at 5:15am in inclement weather, or when patients near me on the center floor cough and sneeze without covering up or wearing a surgical mask, and even when my fistula arm is sore; the answer is always a resounding no. The bottom line is that when I was on PD, I didn’t miss hemo one bit, and now that I’m doing hemo again, I don’t miss PD at all.

My diet has improved thanks to PD. One disadvantage of hemodialysis is that I usually don’t feel like cooking dinner the evening after a session; this was definitely the case that first year of hemo. Back then, I would eat more fast food and take-out or delivery food as a result. The steadier energy levels that PD gave me meant that I could cook more of my own meals, and that’s what I did. 

Two changes in my habits resulted. The first was that I mastered the art of cooking for one. I did this by cooking for two and eating the leftovers a day or two later. (My better half loves my burgers and shrimp, but that’s pretty much it.) The second change resulted from developing the habit of eating supper while on the cycler; I had to wash the pots and pans before eating, because doing it afterward was not an option. Both of these habits continue to this day.

The “aseptic technique” of sterilizing and sanitizing PD equipment before and during each exchange required the use of liquid antibacterial soap. Not only do I still use it to wash my hands, but I use something similar in the shower as well, and I no longer use bar soap at all.

The folks at Baxter wanted the cycler back when I stopped doing PD, but I was allowed to keep everything else. This was great until I learned that no one wanted the month’s supply of PD solution (almost half a ton’s worth) that was just delivered. I forget why Baxter didn’t want it, but I remember clearly that my dialysis center didn’t want it because they would have had to pay $100 to return it to Baxter or something like that. I couldn’t understand why all that unused solution should go to waste, but the upshot was that I had to dispose of it myself. I spread the task over four or five weeks and, when done, was delighted to discover that my bedroom space now looked like a normal living space, thanks to 1) the PD supplies no longer being in the room, and 2) all the things I had to move or dispose of to make room for the PD supplies that were no longer there. My clothes had room to breathe in the closet again!

Finally, thanks to PD, I discovered two great dialysis-related Facebook groups: Dialysis Discussion Uncensored, and Home Dialysis Central. I still find them to be tremendous resources, and review them and a few other dialysis discussion groups constantly.

That sums up the highlights, lowlights, and surprises of my year on PD. Would I make the same decision to switch if I knew what I know now back then? You would think that I would run away screaming - but it's not so simple! I really like my life right now, and my year of PD is a big reason for that, so I think that I'd make the same decision!

Saturday, June 6, 2015

My Year on PD


Hello! My name is Dave White, and I’ve been a dialysis warrior since late 2009. I live in Prince George’s County, MD with H____, my wife of 13 years. I currently do in-center hemodialysis on a Tue Thu Sat schedule (1st shift), and I also did in-center nocturnal dialysis for two years, as well as one year of peritoneal dialysis (sometimes called PD). This essay covers the good things, bad things, and surprises I experienced during my year as a PD patient.

Here's some background: In Spring 2013, I had grown weary of the extra time in the dialysis chair that nocturnal dialysis required (six hours in my case, as opposed to 4.25). I also longed to return to a “normal” wake/sleep schedule. I had only been listed for a kidney transplant for about a year at the time so, since the chances of receiving a kidney in the near future seemed slim, I started looking at peritoneal dialysis (PD) as an option.

Right around that time, my dialysis facility had a Baxter representative visit to talk about home PD with any interested patients. During the presentation, I asked the rep and two current PD patients all the questions I had, and by the end of the presentation I was 95 percent convinced that I would try it. The facility social worker provided me with the remaining 5 percent by reminding me that if I didn’t like PD, I could always switch back to hemo. With that in mind, I made the necessary arrangements for surgery and training. I had my PD catheter surgically implanted in early July of 2013, and started my training about two weeks later. I had my last hemodialysis session on July 31, and started doing PD at home the very next day.

In early April of 2014, an abscess developed near my catheter tunnel (the area between where the catheter attaches to the peritoneum and the catheter exit site), and the abscess was surgically removed a couple of weeks later. The abscessed area was not treated with antibiotics post-surgery, and unfortunately I developed peritonitis three months later. When I was advised that my catheter would had to be removed to completely clear the infection, I decided to remove the catheter permanently and return to hemodialysis. The catheter was removed on July 31, and I restarted hemodialysis the very next day, having spent exactly one year on PD.

Here's what I discovered during my year on PD:

The Good:

No more long needles!

Dialysis center visits dropped from about a dozen per month to twice monthly (once for bloodwork and other tests if needed, and once to review the results and meet with the care team).

I had a steadier energy level, and no longer had that washed-out “dialysis hangover” feeling three times a week.

Travelling out of town was much easier, because there was no need to coordinate dialysis times with another clinic (although a nearby center was notified in case of emergency).

There were fewer restrictions on my diet. I could drink orange juice, eat bananas, and eat tomato or tomato products much more often, and also could drink more fluids because, since I was dialyzing more often, I didn’t have to pull off as much fluid during each session. I freely admit that I made the most of this opportunity!

Lastly, the home environment was preferable for a bunch of reasons: it was more comfortable, I didn’t have to sit near other patients whom I might find objectionable for any one of a variety of reasons, and I had all the creature comforts of home within reach.

The Bad:

I am alive and productive thanks to dialysis, so I don’t want the following to read as being ungrateful. This is meant to be a summary of my year on PD, so I listed everything that I could think of.

Three outpatient surgeries, each of which left me in considerable pain for about a week.

Every three months, when I visited the facility for bloodwork, I was required to bring the previous day’s used PD solution and filtrated liquid so my dialysis adequacy could be measured. The liquid weighed about 40 pounds and, since I had to use mass transportation to get it to the center, I dreaded this day!

Being connected to the cycler overnight was inconvenient, as I couldn’t roll and thrash around in bed as I normally would, and I couldn’t lay on the side where the catheter exit site was. The alarms that the cycler would sound every night were annoying and a little frightening as well.

The time commitment was burdensome: nine hours overnight, one hour during the day, and an hour of daily setup and teardown meant that I spent eleven hours a day doing dialysis-related stuff.

In addition to the time commitment mentioned above, I spent a significant amount of time every day scheduling activities so they would not conflict with my dialysis schedule. At times, it felt as if I was spending the whole day either dialyzing or thinking about dialyzing. The delivery of PD supplies had to be coordinated every month as well.

I’m 6 feet 3 inches tall, and weighed 97 kilograms (about 214 pounds) when I was on PD. Generally speaking, larger people need more time dialyzing on PD to clean the bloodstream of toxins, and may also have to carry more fluid in their peritoneum during dwell periods. I had to carry around up to 3 liters of PD solution, and even more towards the end of each dwell. Carrying that amount of fluid would sometimes be extremely uncomfortable.

Sometimes, “drain pain” (it usually felt like a cramp on one side) occurred when draining. The only solution that worked for me would be to stop draining and resume when the pain subsided, and that would take anywhere from five to 15 minutes. This would add time to each exchange of fluids.

Supplies took up a lot of space. We live in a modest two-bedroom apartment, and I had to get really creative to make all the equipment fit in my bedroom. I had to make room for about 50 boxes of PD solution, a cycler, an IV pole, and various other PD necessities. The PD solution boxes were each about the size of a toaster oven, and weighed 25-30 pounds.

Speaking of supplies, used supplies had to be disposed of properly. There are two aspects to consider. First, the packaging materials have to be discarded regularly because they take up space; this wasn’t too much of a problem for me, but it might be a huge issue for others depending on local governmental regulations. Secondly, the PD solution contains dextrose, so if you just dump it down the sink, a nasty clog situation will eventually develop. I found it necessary to pour boiling water down the sink after dumping used solution.

The PD catheter creates a new orifice in the human body that has no natural defenses to protect against infectious agents and organisms. As a result, exceptional care must be taken when performing exchanges. A protocol called the “aseptic technique” must be followed; it isn’t very time-consuming, but it is very exacting. If at any point the protocol is violated, the patient may have to start the procedure all over again, and is expected to self-report any contamination of the catheter and take immediate action to prevent infection. This can involve antibiotics, a trip to the dialysis facility to get examined, a trip to the hospital emergency room, or any combination of the above.

Sometimes infections occur even when all precautions have been properly taken, and when this happens, peritonitis - inflammation of the peritoneal cavity - can occur. As I mentioned earlier, this is what turned me off to PD permanently. I had to take antibiotics, had a stomach ache that wouldn’t go away, and was generally miserable for over a week.

Last but not least, the relentless routine was disheartening. Hemodialysis patients get four days off a week. Many PD patients get no break at all -- it’s either do an exchange, or do an exchange, day in, day out, 24/7/365. This, along with the constant planning and scheduling, got to me every so often.

The Surprises:

After a few months, I found that I was drinking a lot more fluid than recommended. I was able to do this because I could choose how much fluid to remove on a given day. My nephrologist could tell how much fluid I was removing by looking at the reports generated by my overnight cycler; she didn’t reprimand me, but she let me know that she knew. Over the long term, I could have damaged my peritoneum by using higher concentrations of PD solution in order to remove more fluid during each exchange. I knew this, and could have done a much better job of managing my fluid intake while on PD.

This is why I was shocked when my “drink more, pull off more” mentality stopped dead in its tracks when I returned to hemodialysis three times a week. I really can’t explain it other than by saying that the control that I had over my therapy while on PD transferred over when I returned to hemodialysis. (Then again, it could be fear of cramping.) I’ve picked up a few tricks to limit my fluid intake since returning to hemo (like substituting fruit for liquid at meals or not refilling my glass), and those tricks help, but I think that a change in mindset has been the main reason.

Another big surprise is that I don’t miss PD at all. I think the biggest reasons are 1) the changes at home that were necessary to support the PD lifestyle, 2) the constant scheduling, rescheduling and thinking about scheduling exchanges, and 3) fewer opportunities to exercise during a typical day. I re-check the feeling of not missing PD regularly by asking myself whether I miss it at odd moments, like when waiting for the city bus that takes me to dialysis at 5:15am in inclement weather, or when patients near me on the center floor cough and sneeze without covering up or wearing a surgical mask, and even when my fistula arm is sore; the answer is always a resounding no. The bottom line is that when I was on PD, I didn’t miss hemo one bit, and now that I’m doing hemo again, I don’t miss PD at all.

My diet has improved thanks to PD. One disadvantage of hemodialysis is that I usually don’t feel like cooking dinner the evening after a session; this was definitely the case that first year of hemo. Back then, I would eat more fast food and take-out or delivery food as a result. The steadier energy levels that PD gave me meant that I could cook more of my own meals, and that’s what I did.

Two changes in my habits resulted. The first was that I mastered the art of cooking for one. I did this by cooking for two and eating the leftovers a day or two later. (My better half loves my burgers and shrimp, but that’s pretty much it.) The second change resulted from developing the habit of eating supper while on the cycler; I had to wash the pots and pans before eating, because doing it afterward was not an option. Both of these habits continue to this day.

The “aseptic technique” of sterilizing and sanitizing PD equipment before and during each exchange required the use of liquid antibacterial soap. Not only do I still use it to wash my hands, but I use something similar in the shower as well, and I no longer use bar soap at all.

The folks at Baxter wanted the cycler back when I stopped doing PD, but I was allowed to keep everything else. This was great until I learned that no one wanted the month’s supply of PD solution (almost half a ton’s worth) that was just delivered. I forget why Baxter didn’t want it, but I remember clearly that my dialysis center didn’t want it because they would have had to pay $100 to return it to Baxter or something like that. I couldn’t understand why all that unused solution should go to waste, but the upshot was that I had to dispose of it myself. I spread the task over four or five weeks and, when done, was delighted to discover that my bedroom space now looked like a normal living space, thanks to 1) the PD supplies no longer being in the room,  and 2) all the things I had to move or dispose of to make room for the PD supplies that were no longer there. My clothes had room to breathe in the closet again!

Finally, thanks to PD, I discovered two great dialysis-related Facebook groups: Dialysis Discussion Uncensored, and Home Dialysis Central. I still find them to be tremendous resources, and review them and a few other dialysis discussion groups constantly.

That sums up the highlights, lowlights, and surprises of my year on PD.  Would I make the same decision to switch if I knew what I know now back then? You would think that I would run away screaming - but it's not so simple! I really like my life right now, and my year of PD is a big reason for that, so I think that I'd make the same decision!