As an 18 year old, in August of 1991, I left Middletown, Ohio for Akron to attend the University of Akron. Earlier that year, in February, I began peritoneal dialysis. I had a rough go of it those few months I spent in Akron, but the dialysis staff helped keep me alive.
On Thanksgiving of 1991, after a week in ICU on continuous dialysis, I was taken into surgery to have a pericardial catheter placed, and fluid drained from around my heart. While in the OR, it was believed I may not live, as my blood pressure dropped to dangerously low levels.
The nurses, nephrologists, and surgeons took such great care of me, and in a little over a month, I’ll be celebrating my 4oth birthday. I can’t remember the names of all the people who took care of me there (other than Patty), but I am so grateful for the extreme care shown me.
There was also a worker on the floor named Joe. I have no idea what ever happened to him, but I sure would love to see all those individuals who helped preserve my life and make my stay there so comfortable. Please, if anyone has any clue as to the folks I’m talking about, let me know how to get in touch with them.