George Rebane
The month that changed my life and perception of the human condition. Due to the onset of a number of health related factors last year, including both Jo Ann and me coming down with Covid, my kidneys decided to go into acute renal failure, and I came to within one day of leaving this orb before they put me on dialysis and refined the diagnosis to prescribe the hopeful treatment regimen that allowed me to return home after three dreadful weeks under the tender mercies of my medical team at Sierra Nevada Memorial Hospital in Grass Valley. (I will write more later about what I learned about our post-Covid healthcare system – it was eye-opening, up close, and very personal.) I was in the hospital from the first week in January, and returned home last Thursday.
Here I want to thank all of you in our RR community for the outpouring of well-wishes and prayers for my recovery – I am overwhelmed and blessed by all the kindness that you have shown. My family, of course, rallied around the homestead and helped Jo Ann shoulder the stress of caring that included planning sessions for my on-off incipient death as new test results came in.
So now the prognosis du jour is that my kidneys have a good chance of recovering after an appropriate interval of dialysis and steroid treatment – but no guarantees. After 80+ years of excellent health, I have now been shown the other side of the coin and understand what it means to be an utterly helpless potted plant. But today, onward!
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