Sunday, November 30, 2008
There are still some concerns about rejection but his bowel looks healthy so, it this is the case, it should not be too serious. He will have his routine biopsies tomorrow and Thursday and any necessary action will be taken according to the results. Poor Wills has really been through it and deserves a good run from now. Thanks for all the positive thoughts and prayers. It looks like they are working but we still have a journey to travel.
The scan also showed all of William's bowel to be swollen. The bleeding and swelling could be due to rejection and so we may have to start a more vigorous treatment fort this.The team are fantastic and the surgeon who did William's transplant came in this evening to take him to theatre even though he is not even on call today. We are in the safest of hands.
Poor Wills has been through so so much. I so hope this is a more positive week for him.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thanks for the prayers xx
Wills was on good form today but in pain again. He declared that it had been a good day for him but a bad day for his tummy. He was chatty and getting close to his self. His liver enzymes are now improved, a great relief to me and the team. However, his stoma has completely stopped working and we had to stop his feed. Once again, we were down at x-ray. William insisted on taking all his lovely balloons with him, much to the amusement of everyone we passed en route. The surgeon came to see us when we got back and asked me to put the tube that goes into his jejenum, the bowel just below the somach, onto fre drainage. Immediately, right before our eyes. 250 mls of bile poured out. William's stoma is very swollen and the surgeon thinks the end of the bowel may have been punctured in the routine stoma biopsy that happens twice a week. Wills is off feed for the time being and we will wait and see what happens over night. If the stoma is still not working he will have a CT scan and may have to go back into theatre. This is a dissapointing set back but that is all it is. His bowel did work and it will again! It is sad for him that he may have to face another painful operation though.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
We did get some smiles today (as you can see in the post below) but it has been another day full of reminders that the recovery from a transplant can be unpredictable and rocky at times. Wills woke this morning in much less pain but very drowsy and breathing over 60 times a minute. I was a tad worried and, once again, the answers were in the blood test results. He has 'acidosis', his blood is too acidic. He has had an infusion of sodium bicarb to correct it and is now having a phosphate infusion as his levels are low. It is normal for the body to need some time to rebalance after transplant. Wills is just taking a little longer to get there. His kidney function is a bit down, not surprising given the huge amount of meds he is on. One thing that is confusing the team is that his liver enzymes have taken a bit of a high jump. They didn't do anything to his liver so we don't know what that is all about. I am anxiously waiting the repeat test results in the hope they are not so bad. If they are, he will have an ultra sound tomorrow in case it is a surgical complication.
A quick google (always dangerous in these circumstances) threw up the possibility of graft versus host disease. This is unlikely as William had another stoma biopsy today and that was fine. His output is virtually non existent though so I am concerned about disruption to his bilious flow. I must stop worrying as this could all be nothing. I do rather think it may have something to do with restarting TPN and having fat every day. We only had it 3 times a week to protect his liver. He is not on the liver protecing drugs either (the lovely 'urso'). It is hard not to worry about possibilities and just take it as it comes. We are in a specialist liver unit so in the right place. Trust William to throw up his own unique little complication!
Friday: The morning after transplant
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
So, a brief update. Wills has had a bit of a bad day today. All is OK but he has been in a lot of pain and distress. He was blown up like a football all day and had a lot of air in his tummy. He was in so much pain we had to make sure all the air was in his bowel and not around it - i.e. to rule out a perferated bowel. This created some worrying moments of deja vu as we were in x-ray at about the same hour as we were exactly a week ago for the same reason. I couldn't believe for a second that we could be in the same position a week apart, the same that is except with a different bowel. Thankfully, this time there was no perforation, just gas and distention throughout his gut. We were planning to up his feed by 5 mls a day but we have stayed at 10 mls for the third day in a row. He is doing OK but his gut just needs a little more time to really get going. His stoma losses are a bit irratic and rather green and watery. His bowel is already performing heaps better than his old one ever did and will carry on improving.
When the blood test results came back this afternoon, it became clear partly why William has been feeling so rough today. His tacrilimus level was far too high which would have made him feel very unwell. His IV has been stopped overnight and he will have half the dose tomorrow. It is going to take a little time to get his levels stabilised and a regime worked out for him.
The other thing we were warned about today is rejection. William has no signs of rejection yet but it is early days. The peak time for initial, early acute rejection is 10-14 days. We are on day 6 so next week will be crunch time for that. There is no reason why William should get any rejection but it is very common in small bowel transplants, happening in about 80% of children transplanted and it is treatable.
As I write, William is much calmer but stil fitful in his sleep and waking frequently. His sleep patterns are very disturbed at the moment. I am hoping he settles and sleeps well tonight and wakes up more comfortable and feeling more like himself tomorrow.
I haven't mentioned our donor for a while. I now know a little about the donor and family. Of course, this is not the topic for the blog. The transplant co-ordinator explained the process for writing our thanks and advised that we leave it a month or so to enable the family to grieve, for us to come to terms with William's transplant and for Wills to get better so we have more to thank them for. I do feel bad that we have this tremendous gift and I haven't said thank-you but I trust their experience. I have chosen a card and have it ready in my journal, together with the piece of paper I was given containing the details of our donor. The family are in my thoughts and prayers tonight.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
We had a lovely surprise today when a big white box arrived containing a lovely Thomas balloon from Becky, Adrian, Seren and Dylan - thanks so much! William had a few cards too which brightened him up. He is beginning to get interested in things again and loved his time on the computer with the teacher. We also made a dinosour from a 'Charlie and Lola' magazine. It is nice to be doing things with him again. He tends to tire during the afternoon and the pain sets in more then. When he is very sore with a gassy tummy I have to sit with my hand on it for him.
In fact, his is going to be a quick blog as he is now awake and wanting Mummy's hand now. I will continue the story tomorrow,
Monday, November 24, 2008
William is OK and all is going very well. His temperature has been down today, much to my relief. He had his first stoma biopsy today. The doctor puts a thin tube with something I am going to call the grabber at the end of it and pulls out a sample of tissue. This will be done twice a week to begin with to monitor for any signs of rejection. If there are any, they will move to an aggressive treatment. So far so good, Williams biopsy was normal today!
We have had some minor blips. William's tacrilimous (the main anti rejection drug) levels have been too low so he has been put on intravenous (IV) 'tac' for a while until his gut is ready to absorb it all. This is a slow continous infusion of 1 ml per hour. William's feed is up to 10 mls per hour. The great news is that there is still no sugar in his stoma output so he is absorbing. However, his stoma output is, apparently, too high. To me, it is great at around 400 yesterday (a bit more today) where as we were getting 2 litres from his old bowel! The surgeon wants his output to be a closer match to the feed going in, only 120 mls yesterday. The 'high' output has also led to some of our old problems of low potassium levels and dehydration so Wills is not yet ready to shed any of his 4 IV pumps and 4 IV syringe drivers just yet. He is in a proper tangle with it all. Every now and then, his stoma stops working for a while (there is a medical term for this but I have forgotten it) causing painful spasms. This is something they have seen before and will pass but his feed has to be stopped while it is happening. It may be that he goes back to 5 mls per hour tomorrow. We have been told to expect two steps forward and one back. As long as we keep going in a forward direction overall, I will be happy.
My thoughts have been with our donor family today. I am keen to learn more about William's donor and write and initial thank-you. It is beginning to feel like we have received this amazing gift and I can't really fully enjoy it until I have said thank-you to the people who gave it to us. I imagine they will be preparing for the funeral this week and I want them to know we are thinking of them. This is the side I still find incredibly emotional and get very teary whenever I think about it. I have a feeling a lot of my emotions from the past week, and before that, will pour out while I am talking to the donor coordinator, hopefully tomorrow. Paul has now gone off on the tour to Norwich and I think it is all beginning to sink in. The last few days have been so surreal that I almost think I am dreaming sometimes.
Thanks Rebecca and Rebecca for asking about sending things to William. He loves getting post so will definately appreciate it. The address is:
Birmingham Children's Hospital
Now where was I with our story...ah yes..
So, there I was, standing in the operating suite being told that we had a donor for William. That is one of those scenes I am never going to forget. It was so strange. We had only been having a light hearted discussion about this scenario a couple of hours previously and here it was happening. If I didn't know better I would have thought it was a set up. I laughed, cried, gasped. I just didn't know what to say. William had been so unwell that afternoon and I couldn't believe what was happening. I didn't want to believe he would get his transplant. I was so worried we would get there and be told he wasn't well enough to go through with it. The team were not going to discuss whether to wake William up to go or to leave him unconscious and transfer him in an intensive care ambulance. He had already had two aneasthetics that day and there was some debate over what was safest. To keep him under the second until after the transplant or to wake him and give him a third first thing in the morning.
I left them to their discussion and went back to the ward to sort out the mountains of clutter we had accumulated. My feet were not touching the ground. I didn't know what I was doing. I ran into the ward. The nurses already knew as there had been a lot of discussion before I was even told. Everyone was excited and nurses from the other ward, where we had been during our earlier period of isolation, kept coming over to wish us luck. I shouted to the other long term parents I had been sharing my life with over the last few weeks and they came running with hugs and offers to help. I don't know what I would have done without ML and J. My head was in shreds and I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to get to Birmingham and find out what was going to happen. I also wanted to see William. It seemed so strange that all this was going on and he was alseep upstairs. ML and J helped me pack a few bits on top of the pre-packed transplant bag. I was going to take it all but was told to only take essentials as they wanted space on the ambulance in case of any emergencies. As a result, there are lots of things we really could do with among the clobber retrieved by Paul's parents.
It seemed like ages before I was called back up to William in recovery. They had decided to wake him but we were going in an emergency ambulance with a nurse and anaethetist, just in case. The ambulance crew turned up shortly after me. I didn't realise we were going from there so ran down ot get my stuff - ML and J were life savers again, helping me up with it all. When we got back, the crew had gone. They had been pulled from our job and another crew were due in 5 minutes. That turned out to be nearer an hour! I was worried as I knew the op was scheduled for 7 am and time was passing fast. I really wanted to get going. The surgeons who were about to operate on William stood by with support. Finally, the crew arrived and we loaded up.
I was told about the call just after 9pm and we left after midnight. We needed to get to Birmingham ASAP so the blues and twos were used. There was a traffic jam on the M1 and it was exicting seeing traffic move to the side to let us through. One of our favourite nurses which made me feel much better about it all. The journey seemed to take ages. William's heat rate was high and he was a bit warm. I was still so worried that they would not think him well enough for transplant. As I said at the beginning of today's blog. I hate not knowing what is coming, especially when there was so, so much at stake.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
We do have a few little worries though. William's blood pressure is a bit high but he is now on medication for that and it is settling. He needed a bit of oxygen this morning but it looks like it wa due to being a bit overloaded with fluid. He also had medication for that with good effect. The main concern is that he has had a highish temperature all day, around 38 which is not too bad but could be signalling the beginning of infection or rejection. It is unlikely rejection because it is a bit early for that and his bowel is performing so well. However, 80% of children who have small bowel transplants do experience some level of acute rejection so we are no means home and dry there. Time will tell if it develops into anything and, although he is doing so so well, I will remain a bit anxious until his temperature settles. The liver consultant on this week does not let you say they are doing well because you never know what is around the corner. We are learning to ride a whole new rollercoaster now but, so far, the ride has been pretty smooth. William did not arrive in the best state for a transplant, as you will see if you read on, and a bit of infection is probably to be expected.
William is still a bit upset by it all and is still speaking in 'gruntish'. It is a lot to take in and I think he will feel a lot better when he is off the morphine. We now have our cubicle so I am making it cosy for us. We have a bathroom which is already taken over with dripping washing. The cubicle walls are covered with a lovely mural of dinosours. It is really lovely, which is just as well as we may be here for some weeks. We are settling into our 'home' and getting to know the nurses and some of the other long term families. We came back to the ward on Friday afternoon so have settled in during the weekend. Tomorrow, we will begin to learn the daily and weekly routine here and get into one for ourselves. At the moment, William's sleep pattern is totally out of whack. He tends to dose here and there and day and night is the same.
Now, to get back to that cliff hanger from yesterday... Oh, and just before I do. My mobile phone is not getting reception in our room. As William is in isolation, I will be there most of the time. I will get texts and messages when I step out to get meals and make cups of tea etc but won't get them straight away.
I got back to the ward to find the junior doctor on the phone. I asked what was going on and she said the consultant was coming to see me. I am not at all good at sitting and waiting when I know something is going on so I hung around to try and find out. The registrar arrived and started looking at the x-ray. I asked if I could see too and he showed me what was clearly quite abnormal though I had no idea what they could see in it. He told me that William's abdominal cavity was full of air, indicating that his gut was perforated somewhere. It was a surgical emergency and the surgical registrar would be down soon. Next, our consultant came and explained it all to me. William's gut had most likely been torn when they pulled out the back of the old gastrostomy. The surgical registrar came and said he was not sure if William would need an immediate operation. He would be back in a couple of hours with the consultant, the same one who dilated William's illeostomy earlier in the day as well as forming it back in January. The anaesthetist then came to discuss pain relief for William through the night and start him on morphine as he was in a lot of discomfprt. He looked terrible and I was a bit dismayed to hear her say there were no immediate plans for surgery. William's TPN was stopped and he was put on fluids. He was already on sufficient antibiotics because of his line infection.
About an hour later, the surgeon came and had a feel up William's illeostomy. He found it had come away from the abdominal cavity and was torn. William had not had any illeostomy losses since the scope and usually looses a couple of litres (well he did, not any more!). Some of this was draining from his stomach and jejenal tube but a lot could be escaping into his abdominal cavity. He explained that William needed an urgent operation which would take place as soon as they were ready in theatre. He was to have his stoma revised - about 5 cm of bowel removed and a new stoma formed. It was a big op of about 3-4 hours and he would have to go to the High Dependency Unit afterwards.
It suddenly occured to me that he could not be called for transplant in the middle of all this. I rushed out to ask about it and found the gastroenterology consultant talking to the surgeon. He gastro consultant said Wills would have to be suspended from the transplant list for a couple of days but the surgeon was keen for him to remain on and said he would have no concerns about him going for transplant the next day. If he were called during the procedure, he would make good and send him on his way. I still felt William was in no fit state for a transplant but, as the gastro consultant said 'We will still be waiting in 6 months time!' - that has got to go down as one of the famous last words of my lifetime and I can't wait to tease him about it!
I took William up to theatre and to the anaesthetist who had earlier come to sort out pain relief. She had gone home and was on call, luckily she had enough time for dinner before being called back in for William's op. As it was now evening, we were up in the main theatres, rather than the paediatric one, so we had to take him up in his cot. There were loads of papers and magazines behind it so I decided to have a big sort out before settling down to eat some tea. I had only just got going when a nurse came in and told me that the surgical registrar had called to say they want me up in theatre. William was OK but they need to talk to me. I thought they may want to ask me to sign consent for something else they had discovered needed doing or perhaps the tear was not as bad as they thought and we could get away without the op. As we got out of the lift, the registrar was walking towards us - in scrubs but not in theatre! That was when I got the BIG news. They had put him to sleep but had not started the op...because they had received a call from Birmingham to say there was the potential for William to have his transplant. They were in discussion with the surgeon at Birmingham about what to do about it and they felt I should be involved. When I got into the theatre suite, I was met by the consultant surgeon who told me they had decided to send William up to Birmingham and take it from there.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
William is continuing to do well. Of course, he is a bit sore. He hasn't really wanted to do anything except lie and look around. He hasn't even wanted Thomas stories and only watched a video once. He has, however, wanted water whenever it was offered and demanded it when not.
His blood pressure and heart rate have been a bit high and he is breathing rather fast. I am sure the pain is contributing to that. As I am writing, his oxygen levels are on the low side of OK so he may need a little oxygen wafting in his direction. This is probably due to a combination of the morphine, pain and swelling as the new bowel gets settled in and starts working. It is working too. It is funny the things that can excite you. Paul and I have been very excited to see William's stoma move to let the stool out. His old one never did that and we had no idea you could see the peristalsis in the stoma. As his bowel is clearly working William was able to start a tiny bit of feed today - a continuous infusion of diorylyte running at 5 mls per hour into his jejenal tube. He seems to be coping with that fine. His stoma losses are still very watery but there are semi solid bits within it. Already, his new bowel is doing great. It will be a slow process building up and establishing feeds but he has got off to a great start.
The main concern today is that he has a bit of a high temperature. I am sure this is all due to the operation itelf but we have to make sure he isn't brewing an infection. He anti-rejection drug level is too low so his dose has been doubled. If the level is still low on Monday he will have to have the drug intravenously until he is able to absorb it more effectively. These are all teething problems really but have served to remind us not to get too far ahead of ourselve because he is doing so incredibly well. We still have a long journey to go on and there may be bumps along the way.
William is on heaps of oral and IV drugs. Half of them I have never heard of. He is also on four different fluid drips. It is strange for me to go from being totally on top of his condition and treatment and doing everything for him to sitting watching a complicated regime that I have no idea about. At least I can still change stoma bags and have the excitement of giving him his oral meds and water. So far, the oral ambisome is his favourite. He did refuse to take the tray full of 8 syringes at bed time. I'm not surprised, it must have looked daunting and he was very tired.
So, now back to the beginning of our transplant story.
There was going to be quite a blog about Wednesday before we had any idea that we would get the call for William's transplant. The Chelsea and Westminster team were keen to have a look at William with the endoscopy to see if there was any obvious inflammation that could be contributing to his 'leaky gut' and treatable with steroids. There was a cancellation on Wednesday morning and so we found ourselves off to theatre at 9 am. I was told it would only take half an hour or so and was getting wuite concerned when William was still there three hours later. Someone had seen the gastro nurse specialist, dressed in scrubs, rush to his room to collect a box and rush back. Later, he came to see me to explain that they had seen a nasty blackened piece of plastic backing from a gastrostomy tube that had been lost in his gut for over 2 years. Having found it, they were keen to get it out so the surgeon had been called in. Of course, if William's gut had worked properly this would have been passed through rather than just sitting there but it had finally found its way close to the illeostomy. The illeostomy itself had narrowed causing a 'stricture' and that also needed dilating. So, William's endoscopy had turned into a minor surgical procedure.
He was slow to wake after a longer aneasthetic than planned. When he did wake, he was in extreme pain. He was given a shot of morphine and dosed a bit. However, throughout the afternoon he became very unwell with a very high heart rate above 200 and very sweaty. It was the gastro grand ward round and the consultant took one look at him and sent him off to x-ray. He had a chest and abdominal x-ray and we were told to wait while they looked at the pictures. Soon afterwards, the radiographer came out and told me their doctor had looked at them and was on the phone now to William's doctor and we were to return to the ward immediately. I could tell that something was pretty wrong...
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wills is taking his nystatin medicine orally and loving how it tastes!! It is the first thing he has taken in his mouth for 3 years!!! I tried to put up some pictures but blogspot is not behaving. I will add them when I can.
Paul and I had no sleep on Wednesday and only had a chair to snooze on yesterday so we are pretty tired. I am going to sleep pretty soon. There are no cubices on the ward until because they have done loads of transplants lately. For the weekend, Wills and I have a 3 bed HDU unit to ourselves. We should get a cubicle early next week but William is in isolation so we will have to be by ourselves in any case.
From tomorrow, I will start updating and telling the story from the beginning. Our call came at an absolutely crazy time when a lot was happening to Wills so there is quite a story to tell.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
The channel 4 piece can be seen here The ITV piece seems to be on their news website but I can't click on it at the moment.
Our interview was over in time for me to see the lovely Emily and Ubaid's wonderful Mum on This Morning. Well done both of you. You were fantastic!! Emily was on the ITV lunch time news too looking as professional as ever.
Let's hope all this awareness gets people thinking. This Morning ran a pole and 68% were in favour of the law change. I hope these people have now registered as donors!!! It would be fantastic if some of those on the waiting lists received their organs as a result of the current media attention.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Last year, 3100 transplants were done in the UK. That seems a lot, until you read on to discover that 10 000 were waiting to get that call, giving it a 1 in 3 chance to have a transplant if you were waiting for one last year. Sadly, 400 people died as a result of being one of the 2 who were never called.
Gordon Brown was hoping to introduce a change of law so that, rather than being registered as an organ donor, individuals could register their preference not to be a donor. Anyone not doing so would carry 'presumed consent' although no organs could be donated against the wishes of the family. This would have led to more organs being available for transplant. I reflected on my feelings about this some time ago and wrote the following:
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY YES
Within the next few weeks, a Government task force, created to assess the possible impact of a change in the legislation surrounding organ donation will announce their recommendations. Throughout the year they have been debating the move from the current ‘opt in’ system of registering as a potential organ donor or carrying a donor card, to ‘opting out’ or ‘presumed consent’ whereby everyone would be seen as a potential donor unless they register or carry a card to express their desire not to. The debate was fuelled by statistics such as the 1000 or more people who die each year while waiting for a suitable organ to be found.
Joining the transplant list offers you a nothing more than a hope that you may, one day, get that call to say your life saving operation will be going ahead. As time goes by, you become sicker, the transplant becomes all the more urgent and the uncertainty becomes all the harder to bear. At least, that is my experience of being Mum to a four year old child currently waiting for a transplant he very desperately needs. We joined the list a few months ago but have known for three years that it would become necessary sooner or later.
Before we joined the list I was an avid supporter of the move to an opt-out system of organ donation. Amongst all the complicated and emotional thoughts and feelings I have had spinning in my head since we joined the list, I have realised my ideas about the opt-in or opt-out debate have changed. It is half-term this week and the Christmas holidays are not too far away. More transplants happen in holiday time. I have to reassure myself with such facts but I struggle with doing so as I am only too aware of what the thing I hope for every day means for another family. Last week, I shared how upset this makes me and was told to remember that I am not waiting for someone to die. I am waiting for someone to say yes. I am waiting for someone to give my son the best gift he will ever receive. A compulsory donation may come quicker but we would be praying and waiting for something very different than for someone to say yes to making that gift.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
What was particularly upsetting is that tomorrow is 'D's' funeral and I really want to be there to say goodbye and support his family. If William goes into theatre I will, of course, have to stay here. Either way, I think tommorow will be an emotional day.
The last 48 hours have been emotional. I was almost in tears when I was telling the ward sister here about the little girl (who from now on here I will call Sally but it isn't her real name) getting her transplant. From day to day, I pretty much keep a lid on my emotions. Hope and Ellie have both asked me about that but it is important to keep going. It is when other people are going through things that I tend to let it out as it is more controlled that way. Once the floodgate is up I, of course, let it all out in spectacular fashion and feel much better for it. I know this will happen if I make it to the funeral. It will start off with tears for D and the family and once it has started it will all pour out. Sometimes I feel guilty for that but I know he wouldn't mind. He would have had some funny one liner to say about it I am sure as that was his style. His wife is hoping there will be some chuckles through the tears tomorro as he was such a funny man. There will be I know. The strange thing is that his cancer really bought his personality out. I didn't know him as the man I loved and will miss so much before he had his cancer and started sharing this incredible bond with William.
Of course, Sally's transplant has also been emotional for me. She had a perfect match and is doing really well. I am so pleased for them but I do so much want that for William. I felt a lot better for the blog comments - thank-you. I felt others sharing their experiences with this one gave me permission to feel this way and to be able to communicate it too. I really felt that William could not be called for transplant for a good long time after Sally as it would just be too much of a coincidence. Thanks to 'M' from transplant kids for telling me that someone had a transplant the day before hers and that she knows of weeks when they have done 2 or even 3 bowel/liver transplants. I'm sure there is still the same chance he could get called now as in 8 months time. Everyday is as likely as any other I guess. It is so hard to live this day to day life though. It can be exhausting. I will be so glad to get home and have some normality.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
William is muddling along but his bloods are not too good. He also keeps spiking temperatures so the difficult decision has been taken to remove his new hickman line on Friday and put in yet another on Tuesday. He can't carry on having so many infections and the team are not at all happy about things. They are looking into some options to try and stop his gut leaking so much. I am hopeful but these treatments are all expensive and experimental and they have to put a case to the Health Care Trust to get permission and funding to try them. They will not cure him but should help him get to transplant.
We have had some good news today. The other child here waiting for an urgent liver and bowel transplant got her call today! She was discharged from hospital here and got called 15 minutes after getting home. I am very very pleased for them as they have waited 8 months. I would be lying if I said there wasn't a bit of me feeling desperately dissapointed that today's call was not for William. I always wanted this little girl to be called first as she has been waiting so long. It is a strange feeling to be so pleased for someone but feeling a bit flat about it at the same time. As news has travelled, everyone has first expressed their excitement and then how they hope William's call comes soon. I kind of think it is unlikely as children's transplants do not happen all that often and one is going on now. Of course, we don't usually know when they are doing transplants and so can't think like that on any other given day. They did 2 transplants in the week we were there for assessment so it doesn't necessarily follow that there can't be more than one in a relatively short time either. Someone once posted in a forum that they always took peace by thinking that their time will come when it is right for them. It was right for this child today. She was home from hospital as well as she gets. The right time for William will come too one day.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
The lovely Emily has written about the issue of children's transplantation and organ donation on her blog and is encouraging debate (you have to look to the post below her lovely wedding photos from this time last year - those smiles show what a transplant can do to a family :-) ) I would be interested in your thoughts. If you were faced with the unthinkable, would you give your child's organs for transplant? What about if it were your child who needed a transplant? The lovely Pauline, from the Donor Family Network told me how positive it can be for people to donate their loved one's organs - to be able to say yes to someone like us. That is what we are waiting for, someone to say yes.
This is what I posted in respsone to Em'sblog:
I think this is something that needs a lot of awareness to be raised. If families could bear to think of the unthinkable for a minute and prepare their thoughts and ideas then it would be easier for them if that ever happened to them.
I really struggle with the notion that I am waiting for someone elses child to die in such a tragic and sudden way but there are two children in this hospital at the moment, both of whom desperately need their transplant. At every ward round we are being told by doctors that we are at the end of the road. All options are exhausted. There is a high chance that William will never now be stable enough to go home until he has had his transplant. We were told that only 25 children donate organs on average each year. We were also told that there are about 3 'events' a year that could lead to William's transplant and, of course, he may not be the only child waiting for the same organ on that same day.
My thanks go to Ubaids' lovely parents for being brave enough to highlight this on our behalf.