My mom was getting sick pretty regularly from the late 1990's onward. She had dealt with kidney stones from my youngest years, but the time elapsed in between was many years... beginning in the late 1990's, the issues were almost monthly.

Finally a urologist noted the kidney creating all the issues was misshapen, likely from an accident as a child. They were reluctant to remove, it, but in by the end of 2002, had no alternative. The kidney was removed, and her overall health has been so much better ever since.

My therapist has donated a kidney, and another friend vows to donate one day. If needed, I surely would. We have two, we need one... and some do not have the one.

nelle

I knew your mom had kidney problems but I was not sure if she'd had a kidney removed or a transplant. Interesting - a misshapen kidney from a childhood illness causing the problem.

A friend, long ago, told me to note every childhood injury my kids had because those could be important later in life. I ummm ignored that advice and probably shouldn't have.

~Denise

In my mom's case, though time makes it uncertain, the thinking was it was when she was run over by a bicyclist... apparently it was that area that was hit hard. The kidney was misshapen and by removal had signs of atrophy. Getting rid of it seriously improved her overall health.

I didn't make notes on such things, but the only trauma I can recall other than from K's diabetes is R taking a ride down cellar stairs on one of those infernal walking thingies.

Crossing The Great Divide

Walkers are bad in houses with stairs.

Now tell me, how did your mother get run over by a bicyclist??? She needs a blog.

~Denise

rofl, she does well as it is with these infernal machines.

I was outside when R took her ride, and was rather aghast, but it was an accident. The weird thing was that thing sent her down the stairs, but also saved her on landing.

As I recall, mom was standing unawares when some guy barreled into her. She was forever in such events, was hit by a sled one other time. And it invariably led to my gram keeping her away from things, she was overly protective because of my mom's menengitis as a young child (they did not expect her to live, and she had to learn to walk all over again.)

Crossing The Great Divide

I should call her and convince her that she needs to blog. I could do it ya know...

OK a bike, a sled and menengitis? She needs a blog.

~Denise

She would tell you it takes her too long to type... her passion is genealogy, wrote my dad's family history and had a published version of like 60 copies printed up, hard bound. Now she is on to her family, delving into it about daily. It is through this I found out about Suzannah North Martin and my wicked witch genes. ;-)

Nelle