Twelve Years go by my career still going from strength to strength. I was then taking up another course in Learning and Development. It was to assess adult learners like myself when I was sixteen. Carrying out their Early Years Care and Education NVQ now called Teaching and Learning. I was training to assess them in their qualification. Two years of more hard work. I qualified as an assessor. Another milestone reached. Life was great yeah…?
There is a story I haven’t told you yet. A background story…
My dad died on September 24th 2015. I was a teenager when I was first told he had the first stages of renal failure. His kidneys were starting to fail him. But he marched on. He went to work and still carried on for as long as he could.
My dad was put on Parietal Dialysis. I have many memories of my dad doing this from the boot of his car. People would walk by. He never cared who was looking or whispering. This was the thing keeping him alive and why should he be ashamed of it. His humor was a big part of his personality. Anyone who knew him witnessed this.
Time went on we knew he had to have a kidney transplant. We had the phone call. A kidney came available. But it wasn’t meant to be. The kidney only lasted forty eight hours.
My mum gave my dad a kidney in the end. We always knew there was a risk my Dads body would start to reject the kidney. Sadly this was the case. My Mum’s kidney didn’t work. She did all she could to help my Dad. While all this was going on. I was still working and studying. It was a hard reality that we needed to keep on going. It was sad what was happening but they both gave us life and in life anything can happen that’s not in your control. So it was important to carry on.
Even with all this going on he still made us laugh and always seemed to see the funny side. Yes he had his down days. I would just stay out his way. He he!!
My dad then turned to Haemodialysis. A machine would act as his kidney and clean his blood. I did accompany my dad to Exeter for some of his treatments. He did have to travel to Shepton Mallet sometimes by taxi. He then got lucky to find a dialysis center closer to home.
More news came along. We were then told he had heart disease. Not only that we found out later on he had Cancer to. I have no idea what was going through his head every time he was told this type of news. He could have given up, broken down may be. But all I could see was a man that kept on going and a man that kept laughing.
He then started to Haemodialysis from home. With my mum they were both taught how to self-care at home. This option did make life that bit easier and my dad did have more time and flexibility in his life. I was just starting to learn how it was all done then we were told he had to go for an operation in Exeter.
The Year was 2015. He was in hospital on March 12th. Ready for another operation. He developed encapsulating peritoneal sclerosis. There were some complications with my dad’s operation. He had to be transferred to Manchester to see a specialist.
In the months that came we traveled to and from Manchester. Some days we spent seven hours in the car just to see him for one weekend. We then spent another seven hours in the car on the way back. Traffic was not easy on us. I then returned to work the next day. I stayed up for a whole week once with my daughter. To keep mum company.