#Kidney Transplant Preparation

[gomediitechnologies]

How Can I Prepare for Kidney Surgery in India?

A few important steps should be considered relating to the surgery of the kidneys that may make the entire process relatively easier and uneventful for speedy recovery. If you are considering kidney surgery in India be it for kidney stones tumor or transplant of the kidney-here is what you need to do to set up yourself in an appropriate manner.

Consult Your Healthcare Provider

Before undergoing any surgery it’s crucial to have detailed discussions with your healthcare provider. Schedule a consultation to:

Know the Procedure: Understand the kind of surgery that you will go through its risks and benefits and what symptoms one may expect.

Medical History Review: Discussion of your medical history, including current medications and allergies will be planned to make certain that surgery can be safely performed.

Preoperative Testing: Your physician may recommend blood work imaging studies or other evaluations prior to surgery to ascertain your overall well being.

Gather Medical Records

Gather all medical records related to your case. These can include previous diagnoses treatments medication history, and surgical history. International patients will get this in English or have this translated into English if need be.

Plan for Your Stay If you are traveling to India for surgery make arrangements for your accommodation and stay:

Choose a Hospital: Surf on the net and select one of the reputed hospitals with a good department of urology.

Accommodation: Provide information on nearby hotels or guest houses that are patient-friendly and have easy access to the hospital.

Transportation: Arrange your airport pickups and to and from the hospital, which quite often can be handled by the medical tourism company or the hospital.

Prepare Financially

Understand your costs know about the hospital fees, surgeon's fees, and post-operative care. Following are a few tips that may help you:

Insurance Cover: Please check with your insurance company for coverage for procedures in India.

Payment Options: Discuss with the hospital the modes of payment and get ready for those initial expenses.

Follow Preoperative Instructions

Your healthcare team will have certain instructions for you to follow before surgery. These may include:

Dietary Restrictions: You might be advised about a particular diet to be followed before surgery that may include abstaining from certain foods or fasting.

Medication: Certain medications may have to be stopped or adjusted before surgery, mainly anticoagulants or anti-inflammatory agents.

Hygiene Protocols: It is possible that you will be asked to bathe with antiseptic soap on the day before the procedure as an infection prevention measure.

Arrange Support

Having a support system is vital:

Companion: Bring a family member or friend to assist you during your hospital stay and provide emotional support.

Post-Surgery Help: Line up someone to help you at home for a recovery period, especially with daily activities.

Prepare for Recovery Understanding what to expect post-surgery can help ease anxiety:

Knowing what to expect after surgery can be really reassuring:

Pain Management: The options for pain management whether medications or other non-pharmaceutical interventions are discussed with the surgeon.

Activity Restrictions: This will involve learning about activity restrictions and rehabilitation exercises that will help recovery.

Follow-Up Appointments: According to your needs, make a follow-up visit to your healthcare provider.

Mental and Emotional Preparation

The mind and emotional preparation before surgery are as significant as physical preparation. Consider:

Support Groups: Sharing experiences with others who have had similar procedures offers insight and encouragement.

Mindfulness and Relaxation Skills: Practice relaxation techniques such as deep breathing meditation or yoga that can reduce anxiety.

Conclusion

Preparation for kidney surgery Treatment in India involves definite execution of a plan in consultation with your healthcare team. These steps will help you to have a smoother surgical experience and thereby facilitate successful recovery. If you need assistance in the process, GoMedii is here to help connect you with leading hospitals and specialists-assuring you of the best care possible. The more prepared, the more confident and at ease you'll be about your upcoming surgery.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Wrong One: Dean Archer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mandy426 @chicagotrio101 @mysticcandymiracle @sweetdaytimedreams

Companion piece to The Study:

Part One: Courting Disaster - Dean realises Jack is courting you.

Part Two: Distance - Dean tries to discuss the distance between the two of you.

Part Three: Deserving - Jack tries to show you, you deserve better.

Part Four: Navy Shirt - You and Dean don't keep secrets.

Part Five: A Punch In The Face - Dean reacts badly to the news about Jack Dayton.

Part Six: Blow After Blow - Dean doesn't know how much more you can take

Part Seven: Cutting - Dean's surprised when Jack Dayton turns up on his doorstep.

You won’t speak to Dean, you can’t even look him. The silence hangs in the air as you stare out of the passenger window. Dean tries to ignore it, focusing his attention on the road instead but already he can feel the distance between the two of you growing the longer he doesn’t address the elephant in the car.   

“I can’t do it.” He says finally, his gaze on the light as it turns to red. “I can’t take Sean’s kidney.”

Out the corner of his eye he sees your hands clench into tiny fists, the fabric of your dress bunching between them, creasing it.

“You made that very clear at dinner.” You say in tone that’s so devoid of emotion it makes his eyes sting.

It had been a shock for the both of you to discover that Sean’s awareness of Dean’s condition. You had no idea that Jack Dayton had gone behind your back and informed  Sean that his father needed a transplant. Where you had felt hope at Sean’s offer, Dean could only feel this immense sense of guilt. He’s just started to repair the relationship between them, and this, this is far too much to ask.

“You don’t understand…” He tries to explain. “He’s just getting back on his feet, he doesn’t need this burden…”

His main concern is that the transplant will set Sean back in his recovery, that his son won’t be prepared for the physical, psychological or emotional ramifications of undertaking something this serious. He doesn’t want to be the reason his son’s life falls apart all over again.

“He wants to help.” You remind him forcefully, your knuckles turning white.

“Isobel…” He says softly. “I can’t let him do this, not after everything that’s happened between the two of us, he deserves more from me than that.”

You don’t understand what it’s like to fail someone the way that he failed Sean. He gave up on his son, abandoned him when he needed him the most.  He doesn’t get to come back after fifteen years apart and ask for something that has the potential to derail his whole life again. He will not do that.

“And I don’t?” You snap and he can hear the frustration in your voice as you look at him with glossy eyes. “I don’t deserve more time with my husband? Sean doesn’t deserve more time with this father? You just make a decision and we’re both supposed to fall in line and accept it?”

“Yes.” He says tersely, staring straight ahead at the traffic light. “Because it is my body and my choice.”

“Right.” You say unfastening your seatbelt. “Well you can take your choice and shove it up your…”

He doesn’t get to hear the rest of it because you’re already shoving the car door open and stepping out into the night. The light in front of him switches to amber as he calls out your name but you’re already slamming the car door in his face.

He panics then because the last thing he wants is you wandering the streets of Chicago at eleven o’clock at night. A car horn sounds from behind him because the light has turned green and he pulls over into a side street before he launches himself out of the car and around the corner to follow of you. His heart pounds because there’s no sign of you in the pavement or anywhere else.

He spends the next hour driving around trying to find you before he heads back home, hoping you’ve cooled down. You aren’t in the apartment, the lights are still off. He checks his phone and there’s no calls or messages. To say he’s getting worried is an understatement. He tries calling again but it goes straight to voicemail. Vaguely he wonders if this is your way of teaching him a lesson but he knows you’re not like that, you don’t play games, you aren’t spiteful the way Leann was.

This tonight, it comes from a place of hurt, from desperation because your husband he’s dying and he isn’t doing a damn thing to save himself. He hasn’t been thinking really about the effect this all has on you. He’s been too busy trying to manage his life now that he’s on dialysis. The medication, the appointments, the dietary requirements, all of it is exhausting and you’ve been there every step of the way, smoothing over his rough edges, finding ways to make his life easier. He can’t imagine the emotional toll that must take on a person, how hopeless you must have felt when he refused Sean’s kidney.

It’s an hour later he gets the text telling him that you’re safe and you’re not coming home tonight. It feels like someone’s plunged a scalpel into his chest and cut out his heart because Dean can’t remember the last time the two of you spent the night apart.

When he goes to bed, he lies awake staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the dialysis machine as it withdraws the toxins from his kidneys. Usually on the evenings he has to use the machine, you curl up against him, with your head on his chest telling him stories about your day. He falls asleep listening to the sound of your voice.

I don’t deserve more time with my husband? Sean doesn’t deserve more time with this father?

Your words come back to haunt him as his palm comes to rest in the vacant space beside him because that’s all he wants, more time with you, more time with Sean. He can already feel it running out, ebbing away from him every day.

It’s my body and my choice, he had told you.

It’s only now as he lies there alone that Dean realises maybe he’s making the wrong one.

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[scrumptiousstuffs]

right go, if they were in love in real life who would you think would fall first and who would fall harder?

Firstly, I’m assuming you are asking about FirstKhaotung cause anyone who browse through my tumblr will know it’s 99% them. Secondly, if we are going to be on the train of delulu track, let’s be clear - it stays in delulu lane and should not ever be diverted from that. That means, anything I say is just for fun. And absolutely should not be taken as facts.

Now, welcome to my train of delulu thoughts -

My personal take is that Khaotung falls first but First falls harder (although I admit it’s a close call 😅). Why? I’m basing it on the boys saying that Khaotung was the one who approached First and asked him out for casual dinner (after initially rebuffing him cause of their vastly different personality 😂) and then we now just sees First spoiling and following Khaotung around. I will never ever forget Pond’s blunt comment of First “Nothing much to say about P’First, he just follows P’Khaotung everywhere.”

First buys whatever his bestie wants - from expensive Dior wallet to designer couch. I also remember how quickly he bought Khao’s spiderman PS5 (I think) the minute Khao said he wants it! And who can forget the way First always, always give in to what Khao wants to eat (that interview with the radio hosts was a revelation - like Khao may say anything to eat is fine but then First having to guess and make sure his picky bestie actually wants to eat them? Yeah…Khaotung is a spoil baby 😂)

It’s not to say Khaotung doesn’t spoils and love his bestie…he let’s First use anything in his bag (having said that, why wouldn’t he? He has 2 perfumes, 3 sunglasses 🕶️ and seems to be prepared for everything in that bag of his 🫣). He even bought the expensive MFK perfume (no seriously, it’s like 350-400 dollars in my country) for First cause the latter loves it so much when he smell them on Khaotung skin during their love scenes (which is another mind blowing 🤯 matter altogether - cause say what? The way these 2 just casually drop all these facts….)

And we all have seen Khao cares for First when the latter broke his wrist. Not to mention, Khaotung adoring stares when the 2 have interviews or events is adorable (to me) and must be somewhat exasperating for the event organisers/interviewers (I recalled some photographers having to ask Khao to look at them and First reminding him the same 🙂‍↕️). Having said that, I don’t think First can stares into Khaotung eyes without becoming emotional 🥹

So, despite my personal take as above, at present though - these 2 are just gone for each other. They have ascend to the level where I think if the other needs a kidney or bone marrow transplant, they will provide it without hesitation.

(Again a reminder - this is just for fun. I no nothing about the boys beyond what they show us…😂)

[rebeccathenaturalist]

The most salient point to me in all this is that he used an unnamed ID app to try to figure out what mushrooms he found because he thought "Man those look good." The app misidentified the mushrooms as edible puffballs, but in reality they were destroying angels (Amanita ocreata). One is enough to kill an adult, and this person ate four of them. He's very, very lucky to be alive.

This is far from the first time someone put their entire faith in a single app to tell them what mushroom they were looking at, and then they paid the price with their health. You're going to hear me say this again and again: never, ever, ever use an app as your only tool for identifying anything, especially if you're planning to eat it. An app can be useful in conjunction with other tools like books, websites, online foraging groups, etc. But apps are frequently wrong, and are not the easy answer many people seem to want them to be.

(Rant about foraging below the cut.)

This right here is why I spend a decent amount of time in my foraging classes trying to scare the hell out of my students. I want them to understand the risks, not just as a brief aside, but as anecdotes I've collected from the news over the years like this one. I have had more than one person say afterward "Wow, I had a really romanticized view of foraging, and now I'm going to be more careful." That's a clue to me that I've done my job.

It's why my classes are SO focused on identification skills and tools to make you a more informed and careful forager. I am not going to just spend a bunch of time showing you slides of all sorts of edible species, with a little bit of information on how to identify and collect them tucked in before or after. Yes, we do look at some beginner-friendly species near the end of the class, but if all you want to get out of a foraging class is names and pictures of edible plants or fungi, that's what field guides are for. I spend the bulk of the time doing my absolute best to make sure people are PREPARED to go out and use their observational and critical thinking skills when assessing a new-to-them species, to include making use of many different types of resource, not just a single app.

I have literally had people complain that we spent too much time on "boring" stuff, and not enough on the edible species themselves---aaaaaand I don't care. My goal is to try as hard as I can to make sure incidents like the article above don't happen in the first place, which is going to take more than a couple of hours of looking at pretty pictures of mushrooms. Sure, sometimes all you get is a night of bad indigestion, but if you get one of the really nasty species full of amatoxins, you can die. Or end up with permanent liver and/or kidney damage. Or need an organ transplant.

And yes, as I said, you will get information on some species that I think are relatively beginner-friendly because they're distinctive AND they don't have any really serious poisonous lookalikes. But puffballs aren't on that list, and this article is a perfect example of why.

[aorish]

In 2002, an article in the New England Journal of Medicine described a woman in whom tetragametic chimerism was unexpectedly identified after she underwent preparations for kidney transplant. Those preparations for the transplant required the patient and her immediate family to undergo histocompatibility testing, the result of which had suggested that she was not the biological mother of two of her three children.[10][11]

okay but can you imagine? like there's an obvious and wrong conclusion you could come to with paternity testing here. but uhh ma'am did you steal those kids from the hospital or are you a human chimera?

[beardedmrbean]

Natural chimerism

Natural chimerism has been documented in humans in several instances.

The Dutch sprinter Foekje Dillema was expelled from the 1950 national team after she refused a mandatory sex test in July 1950; later investigations revealed a Y-chromosome in her body cells, and the analysis showed that she was probably a 46,XX/46,XY mosaic female.

In 1953, a human chimera was reported in the British Medical Journal. A woman was found to have blood containing two different blood types. Apparently this resulted from her twin brother's cells living in her body. A 1996 study found that such blood group chimerism is not rare.

In 2002, an article in the New England Journal of Medicine described a woman, later identified as Karen Keegan, in whom tetragametic chimerism was unexpectedly identified after she underwent preparations for kidney transplant. Those preparations for the transplant required the patient and her immediate family to undergo histocompatibility testing, the result of which had suggested that she was not the biological mother of two of her three children.

In 2002, Lydia Fairchild was denied public assistance in Washington state when DNA evidence appeared to show that she was not the mother of her children. A lawyer for the prosecution heard of the case of Karen Keegan in New England, and suggested the possibility to the defense, who were able to show that Fairchild, too, was a chimera with two sets of DNA, and that one of those sets could have been the mother of the children.

What man are you talking about?

Also motorsport requires a motor not magic, lots of injuries happen Harry even had his arm broken having magic to fix it doesn't take away the fact that it happened, that and lockhart being a ponce and making it worse, if you don't think it takes physical strength to ride a broom and toss around a ball you should talk to people that play Polo on horseback.

And finally, the tweet was there to make people laugh, but apparently your sense of humor is about as real as magic is.

If she'd been a man that had surgery she wouldn't be representing algeria, because they would have killed her instead, changing genders is illegal there as is surgery to do that, not going to make the olympic boxing squad.

[ejzah]

A/N: Here we come to the end of yet another story. Thanks once again for for your support and love for this story.

***

The Other Shoe, Epilogue

One Year Later

Deeks moved around the kitchen, dicing some onions, stirring a pan of chicken, grabbing a couple of cloves of onion. He’d gotten home from work 45 minutes ago, and started in on dinner, knowing Kensi would be back later than him.

In the last year, a lot had changed. For one, he could walk down the beach, even run, without feeling like he’d collapse. He’d recovered from his transplant surgery better than could be expected. Although he had returned to most of his previous activities pre kidney failure, he had officially resigned as an investigator upon receiving his medical clearance.

Now, he supervised a team of NCIS lawyers and assisted with modifying agency procedures and guidelines as needed. Much like his job as liaison, he had a feeling that the position had been designed specifically for him. It was hardly what Deeks had expected for himself, but he found he enjoyed most of the work.

A timer on his phone beeped and he absentmindedly turned it off, grabbing the medication sorter off the counter, and popping the contents in his mouth along with a swallow of water. Humming a John Denver song under his breath, he continued cooking. He heard the front door open and close, and called out,

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Deeks looked over his shoulder as Kensi walked in, barefoot and in a tank top and jeans.

“Hey, welcome home, Lady Bird of my Heart.”

“Hey. Ooh, what’s for dinner?”

He grinned at her eagerness, nodding to the pan of peppers and onions. “Fajitas and semi-authentic rice. How was work today,?”

“Good. I taught a baby agent how to disassemble an incendiary device hidden inside a truck,” Kensi told him excitedly. Deeks turned around completely, his eyebrows high enough to touch his bangs.

“You what now?”

“It was a simulation,” she clarified quickly. Deeks visibly relaxed.

“Could have led with that, baby.” He left the stove to wrap his arms around her, and kissed her temple. Kensi tipped his chin down to kiss him more firmly on the mouth.

“Sorry. I just got excited,” she explained. “As much as I don’t miss the danger, I do miss the adrenaline rush that comes with fieldwork.”

That was another big change; shortly after Deeks settled into his new position, Kensi decided resign as well. Kilbride hadn’t been pleased to lose two of his team within months of each other, but ended up recommending Kensi for a supervisory position as well. She now trained incoming agents fresh out of FLETC to prepare them for their first real field experiences.

“I know you do,” Deeks said softly. He also knew his health crisis had played some part in her decision to step down. Thought Kensi insisted it was for many reasons.

“How about you? How was your day?” Kensi asked, reaching over his shoulder to sneak a piece of chicken.

“The new edits to the handbook were accepted. Finally got the definition and duties for an NCIS investigator clarifies more thoroughly.”

“That’s been bugging you for years! Congratulations.” Kensi kissed him again, as though he’d performed some impressive feat.

“I mean, it’s not nearly as exciting as yours,” he pointed out.

“Hey, don’t downplay your efforts. Because of you, future investigators won’t have to wonder about their scope of duty. Of course, it also means they won’t be able to use it to their benefit like you did.”

“True. It was fun to mess with you guys.”

“Yes, I know,” Kensi said dryly. She slid a hand up into his hair, leaning into him. He felt the gentle rounding of her stomach pressed against him, and he brushed his fingers over it.

“And how’s Baby Deeks-Blye today?” he asked.

“Happy and hungry.”

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” He grinned again, squeezing Kensi against him. “Does baby want salsa tonight?”

“Definitely,” Kensi responded immediately. She slid out of his arms, heading for the cabinets. “I’ll set the table.”

Deeks watched her for a few moments, overwhelmed by the simple delight of it all. Last year, he thought he might die, and here he was healthy, happier than ever, a baby on the way.

Yeah, a lot had changed. He’d always be on medication, he had to watch his diet to a degree, and his days chasing bad guys were gone forever, but he found it didn’t matter as much as he thought it would.

In the end, he was just happy for a second chance.

***

A/N: Sorry for the slightly cheesy ending. Hope you enjoyed this final bit of lightness after all the dark and angst.

[happyocelot]

I'm still not that familiar with the sequel, but I think Inuyasha and Moroha would be like Genma and Ranma...you know? I just get that feeling.

For InuKag Fluff Week, Day 1: Comfort! Let me know what you think! :)

@inukagfluffweek

In the modern era, she would have woken up to the sound of her alarm clock.

With a robotic beep-beep-beep, it would signal the end of sweet, blissful sleep and plunge her into the nightmare world of studying for tests she hadn't prepared for because she hadn't been to school because she had to face off against a murderous spider demon five hundred years in the past and her grandpa had told everyone in school that she had a debilitating case of maple syrup urine disease (what even was that, jii-chan?) and she also needed an emergency kidney transplant for some reason he never really explained and even through all these wild and ludicrous excuses, no one had yet asked them to produce certifications proving these illnesses because the school administration clearly wasn't that bright and for SOME reason they still required her to take all those tests ANYWAY (after her grandpa told people she needed a kidney transplant) and maybe life in the modern era wasn't all that it was cracked up to be and maybe...

Maybe...

"C'MON! I COULD BLOCK THAT IN MY SLEEP, MOROHA! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"

And there it was.

Kagome pulled the covers up to her ears. After years of living in the feudal era, she had trained herself to finally wake up to the roosters crowing at dawn and to go to sleep by the time the sun would set, which was around...7 pm. This would have been difficult for her eighteen-year-old self in the year 2000, at the turn of the millennium, with electricity long since introduced into every single home and wreaking havoc on her circadian rhythm.

She had struggled against that background to accomplish a 4 am wake-up and 7 pm bedtime. That was her achievement, a monumental one she would have thought laughable in the year 1996 or 15-whatever, when she had met Inuyasha for the first time.

Against all odds, Kagome had become an early bird.

"OH, YEAH? THEN TAKE THIS, OLD MAN!"

A gale-force blow sliced through the air. Kagome heard something break in the distance.

She groaned.

It was two in the morning.

Against all odds, she had become an early bird. Against all odds.

Now Inuyasha and Moroha had apparently decided that this wasn't enough, and resolved to punish her circadian rhythm yet again, pushing it to limits she had never known existed.

Why were they practicing swordfights at two in the morning?

She needed her beauty sleep, dammit.

She flattened a hand over the smooth skin of her eyes, which were definitely going to have dark circles in the morning because her husband and daughter had gotten hyper and –

"KAZE NO KIZU!"

Something broke again.

What the hell was wrong with her family.

Kagome decided that checking right now wasn't worth it. She could inspect the mass destruction tomorrow.

"DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH! ARE YOU MY DAD OR MY GRANDPA?"

So original, Moroha.

"WE'LL SEE WHO'S LAUGHING AFTER THIS! HIJIN KESSHO!"

Why did they all have to shout out their attack names? Did they all live in Sailor Moon? Showing Inuyasha that manga all those years ago in 1997 was a terrible mistake. Now he was going to shout out attack names for eternity and she would never get her beauty sleep.

"I WAS HOPING YOU'D BE USING MEIDO ZANGETSUHA!"

That was never going to happen and both of them knew it.

They knew that her wrath would be legendary if they ever tried.

Kagome was, in fact, the one who ruled this household with an iron fist. These late night/early morning shenanigans were only possible because she allowed them, however grudgingly. They would come to an end fast if some fool decided to bust out Meido Zangetsuha.

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE, MOROHA? YOUR MOM WOULD KILL US!"

She smirked and rolled onto her side.

Against all odds, she somehow drifted off to sleep.

She woke up long past the time roosters would crow at the dawn, cocooned on both sides by Inuyasha and Moroha, her little girl's leg wrapped around her belly and Inuyasha drooling onto her shoulder.

Evidently they'd grown tired and come back into the house at some point last night, or perhaps they had run out of things to blow up. Both seemed plausible.

Ah, well. She'd inspect the mass destruction later.

She had beauty sleep to get back to.

Waking up to the sound of her dear husband and darling daughter duking it out, flattening valleys, and creating massive craters at the edge of the forest in the feudal era wasn't so bad.

At least she didn't have to worry about math tests anymore.

[griffin-girl-r]

Save me

Created: 15.02.2022

Finished: 16.02.2022

Edited: 11.09.2023

Age: 17

Word count: 2,224

Warnings: Blood, Kidney failure, Surgery, Sucicidal thoughts, Failed suicide attempt, Explosion, Guns, Fainting

Request: No

Summary: When you suddenly become ill, Natasha is ready to do anything to save you.

—

You have always been a healthy person. You would rarely get sick and besides the common cold, you never had any other type of health issues.

So when you started to suddenly feel sick, you didn't question it too much and you also didn't tell your mom because you didn't wanted to worry her.

It started with fatigue and shortness of breath, but with each day that passed it started to get worse.

You started to feel confused, and wouldn't pay much attention to what happens around you because the chest pain and the nausea were killing you.

Natasha had tried a few times to ask you what was wrong but you always waved her off, saying you were okay.

But today you woke up and felt like a train hit you. You hardly made your way toward the common room where Nat, Steve, Clint, Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda were talking.

You barely took two steps inside the room when your mom turned her attention to you.

"Hey, baby! What are you doing here?" Natasha asked softly

You didn't manage to give her an answer.

"Kid?" Tony asked "What's up?"

"Y/N?" Wanda also called you

You felt the world spinning around you and in a blink of an eye, you collapsed to the ground.

Your mom jumped from her seat and in a second was by your side.

"Y/N? Baby?" She worriedly asked, as she lightly shook you "Wake up! Please, wake up..."

"We need to get her to Bruce." Steve said, lifting you and sprinting to the lab

—

When they got there, Bruce asked Steve to lay you down on a table and Natasha took her place by your side, stroking your hair.

"Nat, I need you to step aside, please. I have to check her." Bruce softly spoke to her

"I'm not going to leave her." The woman said without taking her eyes off of you "Don't worry, baby. Mama is not going anywhere." Tears started streaming down her face.

"Nat, please." Bruce asked again

When he saw that Natasha paid no attention to him, the doctor signaled to Steve and Clint to take her out of the room.

Steve quickly lifted Natasha and took her out, with a fight from the redhead that screamed and kicked Steve, refusing to leave your side.

At this point, everyone was gathered and spread all across the waiting room, trying to be patient.

Natasha was on the floor, her back supported by a wall, crying. With Clint to her right and Wanda to her left doing their best to be strong for your mom and you.

Thor, Tony, and Steve were sitting in the chairs that were placed in the waiting room.

Bucky and Sam were leaning against the wall.

Pepper, Peter, Fury, and Maria were also there.

—

After the longest hour in everyone's life, Bruce came out from his lab with an unreadable face.

Natasha bolted up to her feet and everyone circled Bruce, asking a hundred questions per second.

"Calm down!" Bruce shouted, waiting for the room to fall silent "I ran some tests on her, and turns out she suffered a kidney failure."

"She was okay a few days ago." Bucky commented

"The illness progressed very quickly." Bruce explained

"But she's okay now? Isn't she? She's okay?" Natasha tried to keep her tears at bay, failing miserably

"I'm sorry, Nat. But she's in a coma now. She needs a kidney transplant and at this rate, if we don't find a donor in the next 24 hours, she might never wake up."

"Take mine!" Your mother said without a second thought

"I need to see if you are compatible first. There is a huge chance for her body to reject the new kidney." Bruce put his hand on the handle of the door "If anyone else wants to help her, I can run the tests."

"I want!" Everyone present in the room said at the same time

"Okay then. I'm going to prepare what I need. Until then you can go and see her." He opened the door

Natasha was the first one to pass by Bruce and enter inside, followed by the rest.

She saw you lying on a bed with different machines all over you and countless wires connected to your body.

The woman let out a cry of pain and quickly reached you, taking your hand in hers.

"You're going to be alright, my love. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I can't lose you, baby girl. I can't..." Natasha sobbed kissing your hand

Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as they waited for the results, to see if any of them were a match to you.

"I need to save her. I need her. She saved me so many times before. I have to save her now. I can't live without my baby." Natasha whispered from beside you

"What do you mean she saved you, Miss Romanoff?" Peter asked confused

"Oh, my boy..." Tony sighed putting his hand on Peter's back "You are too young."

~~~~~

It's been some time since Natasha was an Avenger and started to save the world and save people instead of complaying orders and kill them.

And for a while everything was good. She was happy. Or at least she tried to be.

She knows that she never can have the thing she wants the most, so she tries to be happy with all she has now.

She has the chance to save the world, to be a part of a team, and to wipe her ledger clean.

But that's not what she wished for the most.

The only thing she wanted, she couldn't have.

A baby.

Her own baby. Her own little family.

Natasha tried to not think about it. She really tried but was hard.

One morning she woke up feeling sick.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, but when she felt sick for 8 days in a row, she decided to go and ask Bruce to check her up.

After he took some blood samples from her, Natasha came back to her room and sat on the floor.

Her past started to come back to her. Her painful memories made their way to the front of her mind, making her relive all that pain.

Reaching into her back pocket, Nat took out a knife and held it to her wrist.

"I'm of no use." She cried out "No one needs me. And now I'm sick. I'll be a burden."

She thought that it was time to finally end her suffering and cut open her wrists.

As she was about to do it when Clint came in the room with a big smile on his face, that quickly faded when he saw her.

Clint gently approached her, with his hands up, in order to show her that he was no threat.

"Hey Nat. Why don't you calm down a little? Huh?" He gently spoke to her "Put that knife aside and we could talk a little because Bruce just found out what is happening to you."

"No, Clint!" She sobbed "I want to end everything. I can't do this anymore..."

"Look, Nat. I don't know what happened or how it happened, but Bruce just told me that all his tests came back with the same result." Clint smiled a little

"What?" She sniffled

"You're pregnant."

The knife from Natasha's hand fell to the ground with a loud bang and she stared mouth open at her best friend, not believing what she just heard.

"Impossible." That was all she said

"No, Natasha. I don't know how, but it's not impossible. You're going to be a mom. Think about it."

Natasha brought the same shakey hand, that held the knife a few moments ago, to her stomach and rubbed it with her thumb.

"A baby? My baby?" She said in disbelief

"Yeah, Nat. A baby. A baby is growing inside you right now. They depend on you. You're their only source of life. Do you really want to end their life before it even began?" Clint reasoned

"No..." Natasha shook her head, starting to cry again "I promise you, my baby, that I'll always take care of you. I'll do anything for you."

~~~~~

The silence grew as Clint finished his story, making Peter regret that he asked about it. The only thing that could be heard, were Natasha's sobs.

"Remember when she made Natasha come back from her mission?" Maria broke the silence

~~~~~

"Your kid is going to have a heart attack from so much screaming and crying for you, Romanoff." Fury said throwing the phone annoyed "Just come back. I give you the permission to leave everything and come back to your child."

It wasn't that Natasha didn't want to come back to her 5-year-old daughter, who suddenly started crying for her mama, but she was so close to finishing the mission and she wasn't sure how Fury would react to her failing her mission because her daughter is more important to her than any mission.

"But sir-" She was interrupted by a loud cry

"MAMA!" You yelled

"C'mon kid, breathe." Was the next thing she heard

"Nat, she can't breathe, come home. NOW!" Maria yelled through the speaker

That was it.

Natasha dropped everything she was doing at that moment and ran as fast as she could out of the building she was in and to the car.

But as soon as she was out, the building exploded behind her, leaving no survivors.

~~~~~

"I don't know how she knew it, but I remember that Y/N calmed down before Natasha called us back and told us what happened." Fury honestly confessed

"She felt it, Nick." Maria softly looked at you "She felt that her mama was in danger and wanted to protect her in the best way a 5-year-old could."

Natasha was silently staring at your pale face, tracing your features with her fingers, listening to every word the others were saying.

"I do remember that time when Y/N saved Miss Romanoff on a mission." Peter spoke again

~~~~~

"Mama, watch out!" You shouted, seeing an agent pointing a gun at her

You ran as fast as you could and jumped in front of your mother just in time.

A loud bang was heard, followed by another one.

The first one, hit you in your stomach. The second one, hit the other agent in the head.

He shot you and Natasha shot him.

You dropped to your knees and your mom was by your side, taking you in her arms, in no time.

"Y/N, hey, stay awake. Can you do this for me, baby? Can you do it for Mama?" She asked, supporting all of your weight

You weakly nodded, but your eyes were dropping.

"No! Y/N Romanoff! Look at me! Just don't close your eyes, angel. C'mon, you can do it. Stay with me, my love." Natasha shook you

"I-I love y-y-you, M-Mama." You said before going limp in her arms

"NO!" Natasha screamed in pain

That was one of the worst days in her life for Natasha.

She had to wait 3 hours for news about you when they took you into surgery in order to remove the bullet.

It's safe to say that Natasha was a mess, from the moment you went unconscious until the moment you opened your eyes in the medbay, two days after the surgery.

You had never seen your mom like this.

Crying like a baby, holding you in her arms, whispering things like: 'I thought I lost you' or ' Never scare me like that again'.

Then she took care of you really intently, she didn't even let you eat by yourself as if you were a baby once again.

~~~~~

"That was, what? Two years ago? How fast the time flies. She'll be 18 next week. Isn't she?" Tony laughed trying to lift everyone's spirits, but he was the only one laughing

You were running out of time.

Just then Bruce burst through the door, holding a bunch of papers in his hands.

All the heads turned to him.

"I found a match." He breathed out

"Who?" Natasha asked

"You." Bruce breathed out

Natasha turned her head towards you and kissed your forehead "I told you, my little angel. I told you that I'll do anything for you. I'm going to save you as you saved me. You are going to be okay."

From that moment on, everything went smoothly. Natasha gave you one of her kidneys. Your body accepted it and you woke up a few days after the surgery.

Your mom was already beside you because she refused to spend more time in bed.

—

You slowly opened your eyes, being hit by a bright light.

"Hey, angel." Natasha kissed your head "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better." You answered, making her smile "What happened?"

And she told you everything that happened in the past 3 days.

Maybe you are not as safe as Natasha would like you to be, but you know that she is going to save you every time you need her.

And she knew that you were her little guardian angel, that saved her life even before you were born.

[nonsenseofyesteryear]

r/legaladvice posts are just like:

My father needs a kidney transplant. I have five siblings, and all of us have children except for one, my youngest brother, "Jim" who completely cut us all off for no good reason. Since dad's health has been deteriorating, we had a family meeting to discuss what to do. Myself, my father, our mother and all our siblings except "Jim" were present, as well as some aunts, uncles, and cousins (we're a large, tight-knit family). In this meeting, we decided, AS A FAMILY, that Jim should get tested and, if he's eligible, donate a kidney to our dad. We managed to get in touch with him (though with considerable effort) and inform him of our decision. He literally started cursing us out on the phone (we were all on speaker) and hung up. We're looking to start the process of getting a court order for Jim to get tested and, if he's a match, to donate a kidney to my father. How do we go about this? We've already prepared several affidavits about what a great father our dad was and what an awful betrayal it was when Jim left. We just haven't been able to find lawyers who take these types of cases. Any assistance would be much appreciated.

[campcrow2]

I’ve spent the last….17 years really dealing with chronic illness. And as stupid as it sounds I got my third chance and wish I hadn’t. I got my first transplant at 17. So from 14-17 I was in highschool having a hard time making friends because I missed school so often. Doctors appointments, aeronesp injections every week, additional surgery and dialysis. Preparing for organ transplant with the “you’ll be better after this”. I wasn’t invited to parties or have a lot of friends so I was basically invisible in highschool. Then you go to college and they feed you the bullshit line of “things will get better” but again I dont drink because kidney issues and then I got sick with pneumonia 4 times leading to additional issues. So again I put my head down and did the work I had to to graduate and didn’t make a ton of friends. I got out of university and started a decent job until I got fired for taking a day off to go to the doctor because I had pneumonia again. Leading to 2020 when I got laid off for asking for accommodations to work from home during covid (everyone else was laid off a week later) and I started a new job in Dec/2020. I was laid off Feb/2022 and then rushed into the hospital where my transplanted kidney failed…..I had done what they asked and it still failed. So I started dialysis and did everything they wanted. Got peritonitis 3 times, incredibly sick from low blood pressure where all I did was dialysis, sleep, and repeat. Now last November I got another kidney and I should be thankful because it’s another chance. But after that I had an allergic reaction to the meds causing me to be hospitalized with inflammation for a week, hydronephrosis where the transplanted kidney was swollen, then Covid, and now incredibly depression because I feel alone. 16 years later from my initial work up and I’ve lost all of my friends, and this “third chance” doesn’t even feel worth it anymore. They should have just let me end it in 2022 because this isn’t existing. All I do anymore is bloodwork, sleep, and panic about hospital bills.

This isn’t a post for really anyone I just wanted to write something because I’m over all of this.

What’s the point of all of this?

[coinandcandle]

Hey y'all, if you have some money to spare please consider sending some my friend's way to help cover the cost of her brother's funeral.

Here's a snippet from the gofundme:

We are absolutely devastated by Damien's sudden passing due to COVID. Having just celebrated his 24th birthday, with a full life ahead of him, we were not prepared for the costs associated with the loss of a loved one.

We are currently asking for donations to help cover the cost of Damien's funeral services. Damien "DD" was a loving, individual who enjoyed playing video games, collecting plushies, and hanging out at his favorite pizza spot where he spent time every day. Damien had a unique sense of humor and could make anyone laugh with his jokes inappropriate or not. With this great loss and sadness comes some light as Damien was able to donate his kidneys to save two people in need of transplants. We can only hope that these two individuals live a life that honors DD. We are so proud that his life can continue on through these gifts.

[lets-donate-a-kidney]

If I can't donate a kidney, are there other ways I can help?

Yes there are! You can still help more people get kidneys, even if living donation isn't right for you. Here are some possibilities:

Donate blood or plasma. Hospitals need it for many purposes - including to help kidney donors and recipients recover from surgery, if the patients lose a lot of blood.

Become a postmortem organ donor. Your body won't be affected at all while you're alive, and your organs could potentially save up to eight people!

Donate time. A prospective kidney donor might need someone to drive them to the hospital, babysit their kids, or help out around the house while they're recovering from surgery. A person waiting for a kidney may need similar support for dialysis. A kidney-related charity in your area may need volunteers, too.

Donate money to the National Kidney Foundation, American Kidney Fund or other kidney-related charities.

Offer moral support. Kidney donors and recipients often need people to talk to as they navigate the medical system, deal with dialysis and prepare for surgery. I know I wouldn't have been able to donate one without people who believed in me.

Raise awareness. Many people don’t realize that they can donate a kidney, even without an intended recipient. Or they might believe it’s more dangerous or debilitating than it actually is. By giving people educational resources about kidney donation, you can increase the likelihood of more patients getting kidneys.

Help a specific person find a transplant. Many folks have a hard time asking for a kidney, or getting the word out about their need. With the person's permission, you could ask people you know, boost the person's posts about it on social media, or even help them make a webpage to raise awareness. The more people hear about it, the more likely a donor will be found.

Take care of your own health. If you would only feel comfortable donating a kidney to a loved one, keeping yourself healthy increases the odds they'll be able to receive a transplant from you if it's ever needed. Besides, you deserve a long and healthy life, too!

Donating a kidney is awesome, but the donor is only one piece of the puzzle. Many people are involved in making a transplant possible. If you want to be part of this process, there's definitely a part you can play.

[hongjoongscafe]

Cancer awareness.

So last time someone asked me whether we celebrate Diwali or not I replied that we won't be this year since my uncle (my mother's brother) is on a ventilator. This was 11th November. On 13th November, my uncle passed away due to cancer.

Nobody knew he had cancer before. So let me take you on a journey of about four and a half months of cancer.

–July 2023.

So my uncle had a “wound” around his wisdom tooth. He was in pain and consulted a dentist 1. This dentist has done all the dental stuff in our family/relatives. A really good one. He said that it was an ulcer and it would be fine and gave some painkillers and other medicine to help it heal.

However, that did not work out and the pain only got worse. My uncle changed the doctor and went to the dentist 2. Now, this dentist is a well-known doctor and works in a very expensive hospital. And he has a clinic of his own. He said that they needed to extract the wisdom teeth. And after that, it will heal. So they did that.

The pain did not stop but it only got worse for even worse.

–August 2023.

When he did not get any relief, my uncle went to another hospital (which is one of the top hospitals in India). They did the scanning and we found out that he had stage 1 cancer in his mouth.

The doctors recommended he should get it operated and removed. So they did that. It was a shock for doctors that when they were operating on him, they found that it was not only in his mouth but in his throat as well. It looked like it started in the throat and its roots went towards his mouth.

They declared that it was not the first stage but the fifth stage of cancer.

Then his chemotherapy and radiation began. He was getting weaker quite faster since his upper jaw was operated on and he was on a liquid diet.

The treatment went on. He was fine at the beginning. Doing minor chores or taking himself to appointments. That did not last long.

–October 2023.

His health got worse and he was completely in bed. His breath would shorten even if went to the toilet which was just one step from his side. It would take minutes on minutes to get his breath at a normal rate.

It was around 14th October. We were there. My aunt helped my uncle bathe but things were not good. His breath was way too short and you could see his stomach getting sucked in when he was trying to breathe.

The next day was the day he was hospitalized.

The doctors said that his lungs were filled with water because of some infection which, to date, is not known.

They started taking out the water. They would fill many bottles every day. It was abnormal, to say the least, that there was that much water in his lungs.

–November 2023.

During that time, they took his bone marrow and tested it. Just to find out the cancer has spread in his bones as well. The doctors did another test whose results took almost a week to come back. The doctors said that if this test was positive, they can do another treatment which was basically the last thing they could do to save his life.

The test came out to be positive. And they prepared the injection. They took him to the ICU in order to keep him under observation for 24 hours according to the protocol of that injection.

This injection was supposed to extend his life by 2 years (maximum). This was an expensive injection costing ₹2,00,000 and this was to be given every three weeks.

Things didn't turn out well.

His health deteriorated. He already had a kidney problem for a long. His kidney doctors had asked him to buy a plot just in case they needed to perform a kidney transplant.

His creatinine increased dangerously and doctors suggested dylasis. They did that too. However, nothing worked and finally after two days, on 13th November, he took his last breath.

.

I made this post to share something that happened to us recently. Never have any of us thought this would happen to our close relatives/family. Cancer is a tricky thing.

The main fault was of Dentist 2 that he pulled his tooth out. Cancer attacks faster when it is touched. He should have taken cautionary steps while treating.

What's done is done. He can't come back and we hope he finds peace.

I just want to share this so you are aware of it. Always get proper tests done. Never take things lightly. Even if you see minor symptoms of anything, get it checked. I don't know what to say right now. But at least let's stay healthy and cautious.

Cancer is a sneaky nightmare. It took someone so close to us within a few months. It was a horrible and haunting thing.

I hope nothing like this happens to any of you. I love you guys so please let's stay healthy. Look after your friends, family, and yourself. Life is too short for regrets❤️.

[leontyne]

I lost my mother last week. You know this kind of thing happens.. it's almost guaranteed to lose your parents, unless something terrible happens and your parents lose you first. I know it could.. but nothing can prepare you for it.

My mother had 5 children. I was her 3rd and only girl. When I was younger I remember getting upset about not getting a sister. My brothers had a sister and 3 brothers. I had 4 brothers and no sister.

My mum handled it like a champ of course. She wanted more girls but 5 was her limit of tries. So her solution was to step in for anything I might need a sister for. Helping me pick clothes, doing my hair, helping with makeup, explaining puberty, answering embarrassing questions, hyping me up when I needed, befriending my friends, pushing me when I needed it, giving me the tough talks.

My mother became my best friend and I never once got embarrassed by her despite her worrying qbout that. Alot. She'd ask if I'd rather go to this movie with friends or hang out with someone else for the day instead of her. No. Of course not. I was so proud to have such a wonderful mum. She was fun, smart, hilarious, caring, brave, protective, beautiful, kind and so incredibly good. How could I ever not want to spend time with her?

Some of my friends had different relationships with their mums, ranging from the typical "That's my mum, she buys me stuff and cooks for us and helps me when I get hurt. I love her" to the "She's so annoying, why can't she just leave me alone" relationships. If I had to hang out with friends that treated their mums like c**p for no reason I'd go home and immediately crawl into my mums arm and hug her (even as an adult) and tell her about how horrid they were to their mum and how I could never do that. She always hugged me tighter at those times.

She got sick 3 years ago, and after months of blood tests and iron infusions she ended up in the ER and was admitted and kept for 18 months. Eventually she was diagnosed with Refactory Celiacs and they started trial drugs and treatment. After her bone marrow transplant and chemo she stabilized enough to come home, not because she was better but because her mental health was so low from being away from home for so long that the doctors and nurses insisted she should be allowed home.

Home helped her happiness but the pain never left, the symptoms never left, the disadvantages and restrictions never left. She persisted though. She had to go back sometimes when an infection came up or she lost too much blood or, as her last admittance, she had difficulty breathing.

Her last stay was 2 months long. She couldn't breathe easy which they'd found shadows on her lungs but biopsies showed nothing. Her right arm was no longer responsive, she'd be lucky to move her fingers. Doctors did a few lumbar punctures but only found 2 types of t-cells present. Her last operation was to get more punctures but they took too few so they were rescheduling. Her liver and kidneys were failing because of her TPN but she was dependent on that so she was told she'd be eligible for organ transplants as she didn't drink or smoke.

She also developed an infection they diagnosed as staff a week before her passing before changing that to sepsis as her oxygen got so low they had to keep uping her delivery of such (nose hoses, then mask, then hood, then eventually the throat tube). She was moved to ICU, put on every antibiotic they can physically put in her body, put her in an induced coma and hooked her up to the oxygen tube and dialysis. 6 hours later we got a call from ICU saying she had took a turn and another 6 hours of sitting by her side holding her hand, still in her coma, they had to start turning the machines off.

My world narrowed at that point, and we hyper focused on mums funeral which we had yesterday. It's been a complete blur and I'm still struggling to understand that she's not here. I reach for my phone to call her. I push share on a cute puppy video. I order her lollies and get excited to surprise her. I hear something funny and have it half typed out before I stop. I look towards her chair to smile at her. I sit in her seat in the car and plan to move when we pick her up despite that not being the meaning of the trip. I write another chapter but I can't get her to read it. I push my anxiety limits and fears and beat them but I can't tell her or see her massive grin and hear her tell me how so very proud she is and plan with her what we'll do when we're both better. I cry from my thoughts and heart. In public. In private. I cry hard, loud and I can't stop until I'm exhausted. I can't look at my ceiling because she covered it with glow in the dark stars when I was 20 while I was at work. Half my books she bought me. Half my plushies she bought me. Half my clothes she bought me. Half my room is her and memories of her. Her dogs, her cat, her photos, her seat, her trinkets, her renovations, her art, her tissues, her lollies, her hoodie, her shoes, her spare room/clean room, her blankets, her pillows, her everything is everywhere..

My mother was my biggest fan, my rock, my best friend and the bravest person I knew and I can't wrap my head around not being able to speak to her again.. she is everywhere but nowhere to be found. I catch myself talking aloud to her. I talk to her in my mind and memos and I say our catch phrases and my laugh is hers and my smile is hers and my face is hers and I'm so so.. numb.. empty.. lost.. broken. I'm 32, my mother was 53. I thought I'd have so many more years with her.. but now she won't see my wedding, or any of the boys. She wont meet any of my kids or any more added by the boys. She wont help me move or drive or write or pick me up after a break up or help me with advice for wooing a pretty girl or picking my next pair of converse or drag me to watch ANOTHER Fast and Furious movie or get to watch the 2nd season of Wednesday or go camping again.. she had so many plans.. and I don't like knowing how quickly all of that.. life.. is gone. I'm terrified and heartbroken and angry qnd I can't even go to the one person who could help me sort through it.

My mother was the biggest part of my life and now that part is gone and I have no idea what to do.. I'm eating because she'd want me to. I'm sleeping because she'd want me to. I'm going outside and talking because she'd want me to. I'm keeping in contact with the boys because she'd want me to. I'm keeping dad grounded because she'd want me to. But I don't want anything.. I don't know how to deal with that.. so instead I'm here writing a long a** post that will not be read and hoping it helps my heart feel a little less like a broken mess.

[pristinetamara]

A Bad Ending😔

Realianna and Xavier took the twins to Tortosa for a 2 weeks vacation. They had so much fun. Eating local cuisine, going to the beach, and finding messages in a bottle, which was so weird to Realianna, but it was exciting no less. One week into their vacation, Realianna got the worst news. Her mother had passed away while on dialysis. The doctors confirmed that it was from a stroke. The fam knew that Zuri had kidney failure and that she refused to do a transplant, but they were not expecting a stroke. This was a big blow to Realianna, and she needed to leave Tortosa immediately. She wanted to see her mother. She needed to be there. The earliest flight she could get was late evening the next day, so she had a couple of hours to get everyone packed and ready to leave.

While Realianna was busy getting the twins ready while on the phone talking to her aunt, she realized that Xavier was still outside in the pool. This got her upset because both babies decided to be fussy together, and no matter what she did, they would not stop crying. She got off the phone and went downstairs to ask Xavier for help with the kids. She was not prepared for what she saw next............

Xavier was floating in the water, was not responding, and it looked like he had been that way for a little over 10 minutes.

Realianna's jumped in the water, pulled him to the side of the pool and started CPR. She ran to grab her phone from upstairs when she realized he was still not responding.

When the paramedics arrived, they began rescue immediately. But it was too late, Xavier was truly gone❤️