Diane's Gift From Her Mum
I went into hospital around 1971, aged 6. Little did I know about my kidney failure.
In 1977 I attended Guy's Hospital when it became apparent that my kidneys were failing. A children's transplant was discussed.
Transplants were not commonplace in those days. Prior to 1975 most transplants were adults so I was lucky to be given the chance to have the operation. I was scared to go through with it, but I had no energy (or choice) left. Dialysis wasn't agreeing with me, so transplant was my only option. My parents were both tested to see if they were a suitable match. My mum had the best match!
I was on dialysis for around three weeks in 1978, during which I was mainly unconscious due to such poor health. By then everything was ready for me to receive my mum's kidney. I was then 13 years old. My parents allowed the operation to be filmed and it was open to observers as Guy's is a teaching hospital.
I was looked after extremely well. When I awoke after the operation I was told that my mum's kidney had started working the moment it was connected. I remember having lots of drips and monitors attached to me, but I insisted on being taken to my mum's ward to check on her. I had more energy than she did at that time!
Over the following year we recovered together and I was able to attend school, then work. In 1995 I gave birth to my son and have enjoyed a healthy life with no transplant-related illnesses. I am now 51 and still work full time. My mum is also well - she is now 78 years old!
In the early years you go through so many mixed emotions; some are due to the experience and some are due to the medication. Everyone's journey is different with so many different factors involved; my journey can only be understood by Mum and I.
I do have a special connection with the other children who were on the ward with me at the same time; we all have different stories to share.
I recently told my mum that I remember everything she did for me. It's important that she knows.