The Journey Begins

Two weeks after I was diagnosed with stage three chronic kidney disease, with only 44% kidney function, I was overwhelmed with stress and anxiety. The nephrologist's office contacted me to set up an appointment for early September, which meant enduring a two-month wait. During this time, I tried to continue with my life as usual.

I kept working as a catering manager at a hotel undergoing a management transition, which demanded 10 to 12 hour workdays. On top of this, I was taking care of my son and my mother while commuting an hour each way to work every day. This relentless schedule only intensified my stress. Despite everything, I endeavored not to let my internal struggles spill into my daily life. I monitored my blood pressure regularly; it was high, but I was taking medication and making an effort to eat better.

About two weeks after my diagnosis, I felt unwell while driving home. When I got home, I told my mom I needed to rest. She noticed I was struggling to form words, and I realized I had tingling sensations on my face and hands. We decided it was best for me to go to the ER. Upon arrival, I was quickly taken into a room for neurological tests, and a CT scan revealed I was experiencing a mini-stroke (TIA).

Knowing the signs of a stroke are key.

I was admitted to the hospital for extensive testing. During this time, my primary care doctor, who was on vacation, was receiving updates on my condition. She noticed my kidney function had further declined to 25% and reached out to the nephrologist.

After being discharged, the nephrologist's office contacted me to reschedule my appointment for the following week.