My Kidney Transplant Countdown.

Hello blog readers. >How have you all been in the weeks I haven’t been in contact? I have received my letter from the Whitfield private hospital,, Waterford. An appointment for the 1st of November to check the Cataract on my right eye. This eye lets me down on colour and vision. I have waited for ages on this appointment. Once they see the eye again, I may get a quicker appointment for a Cataract. removal. How blessed I will be to get rid of the dullness from my vision. Being able to see properly is an abundance from God. Which I’m grateful for. My public nurse Sinead is a sweetheart and comes to dress my leg 2 days per week on a Monday and Thursday. My dialysis is going exceptionally well. I often wonder why God chose me to be a Warrior and a Survivor? I feel I have not found all my purpose here on Mother Earth yet. When I was born that night I have put n an incubator, where I was determined I was going to give it my best. From then on it was illnesses and infections. Everything going I got. Dear Mam was forever up and down to the Doctor and pharmacists. Must of cost her great wear and tear on Mam’s shoe leader. My mother was one great lady and my dad never kept us short of anything. As most of my book readers know I have been on machines in my life. Had serious operations Covid19 really threw a spanner in my Wheel of life. I was waiting to see the Heart surgeon in Waterford, to get his opinion on how strong I would be for this new Kidney. Whoever reads my blog, please pray for Liz McCue, the feisty renal warrior. I need everybody’s prayers to help me get extremely strong . I will keep you all in my prayers, my precious blog readers. Stay safe dear ones. Until we talk again. Love Lizzy-bits….

My Kidney Countdown

Hello, dear blog readers. Here’s hoping this blog finds everyone in reasonably good health. I have not checked in for a while, I was hunting for long-lost School friends from my childhood years. The task at hand was tedious, due to coming up with dead-ends. Thumbs up to the social networking Facebook, they came up trumps. I found a page called ‘Chapelizod old photographs.’ Chapelizod is a village in Co Dublin near where I lived at Knockmaroon Lodge, Like opening a hornet’s nest, names started to register in my mind. I was happy as a sandboy or girl building a huge sandcastle. This brought me great pleasure and cherished memories and it helped take my mind off the 3 sessions a week, with able Mabel, the lifesaver machine. 🙂 My longest-ever friend Rita Little, got in touch with me last week on Facebook. Her brother Paul found my post on the Chapelizod page. This was the icing on my cake for 2021. Then 3 other women spotted the post I had put up on the page saying I was at school in the local Mount Sackville Convent. The sisters of Cluny were great to me, God bless them. The nuns gave me the best 7 years of my life in the day Convent. they had great faith in my storytelling. due to old Sr Brendan, I always got lovely holy pictures. My head would be buzzing, whenever I got my holy picture.. I often ran up the road home, after school at 3 pm, after school.,to show mammy. She was always smiling and proud of me. I would get the key for the locked brown Wardrope, in the kitchen, where my prayer book and our precious items were kept. Due to a lot of people in the house. We lived with my mammy’s parents, Ned and Lizzy, Mammy and daddy, My aunty, Patty, and her brother Eddie. As you can see from this story finding my beautiful friends, brought me all these lovely memories that lift my spirits. There are many magnificent miracles I am very grateful to God for each day that I am given, my creative beautiful, talented mind. By writing my blog I am helping to feed my brain with joyful positive vibes. I’m grateful to my readers that take the time and energy to read my blog. Any person that has not yet read ‘Thursday’s child ‘can still read a lot more of my memoirs in the book. Contact by emailing me at elizabethmccue@outlook.ie For details to buy the book. you can reach me on Faceebook and Twitter I leave my love with all. Kind regards Lizzy-bits. Akka Liz McCue.

My Kidney Transplant Count down.

Tuesday the 31/08/2021. Hello, dear blog readers. I hope you, all had a happy peaceful, and reasonably healthy, few days since my last blog. The days were great to me, thank goodness, except for the odd few cramps in my legs, on the dialysis machine days. I was told by my nurse that I have put on weight. This pleased me greatly. I was very worried in February when I dropped down 6 and a half kilo after my COVID19 infection. I am 43 Kilo, up from 41, kilo. I really need to build the muscles up, on my legs and arms, there are bat wings, flapping above my elbows, and my scrany legs are in need of a tone up. My daughter is getting me an exercise bike which will help build up my legs. I will start using 2 filled cans of minerals to build up my arms. Raising them high above my head. I need to be strong and healthy to get reinstated back on the Kidney Transplant pool list, When the Surgeon gives me the next grafted kidney I will need to have one removed, o fit the new kidney into the right-hand side of my groin. It will be a big procedure for me., I feel that God showed me what’s in store when I had those last three ops, 1 in November and 2 near enough together a couple of months ago. I do know the Kidney transplant op is not as harrowing now, as when I had my first Transplant in September 1985. A total of 8 hours I spent in the theatre. What a shame it only lasted 10 days. I lost my Kidney and my dear uncle Eddie, or Neddie as most people called him. was killed 4 days later, in a hit-and-run accident. The Car ran him over and sped off. A long story and very heartbreaking for our entire family. As uncle Neddy was a great man loved by everyone that knew him. Eddie had dyslexia, however, he was a talented horticulturist. Self-thought by trial and error. He worked on the Guinnesse’s estate, for Lord Iveagh for many long years. The Lord of the manor had great faith in my uncle. I loved Eddie with all my heart he was like the father figure I never had. God bless, his beautiful soul in heaven. The Doctors in the Transplant ward let me out of the hospital to visit Ireland if I was up to the journey. However, I stayed at my Mum’s house and looked after my Sister, with a few other family members. This story is in ‘Thursday’s child’, my Memoir. This book is still available from me or the Waterford Healing Arts Trust on sale for 10 euro, more required for postage e2.50c in Ireland 5.00 to send it to England. Email me if interested at elizabethmcccue@outlook.ie. Sending out distant healing love and light tto my blog readers. Prayers are always said for those in need, Join my Facebook.com or Twitter groups. Kind regards Liz McCue. The feisty renal Warrior.

My Kidney Transplant Countdown.

Hello, my dear blog readers. I hope we are all reasonably well. I had a few days off. As I had an issue with a tissue in my leg, this caused me a few nightmare nights. To be honest, I was afraid to tell my Dr, just in case the sweet soul, might decide to keep me in the hospital. I told the nurse, the sister in charge informed the Dr, It looked okay. Just very sore and needs to have a pad over it for much longer.. I got antibiotics and pain relievers from the Dr that helped put my mind at rest. Today my daughter came over, for a visit and brought me for a nice treat down the local tea-rooms. We had a relaxing sit-down outside on the benches. The weather was pleasant enough and the cup of tea and cream cake was scrumptiously good. It tickled my taste buds. all I wished for was my next successful Kidney Transplant. Why you may ask? Because I can only drink 1 liter. each day That includes everything. When the lady brought out the lovely pot of tea, all for me. I had to leave most of it in the pot. When I get my precious new Kidney I will be able to drink lots of fluid. When I had my 3rd successful Kidney, in 1989. I felt like I had gone to heaven. I could drink lots of fluids, plus, eat a lot more healthy foods, that kidney patients are not allowed to eat. Everything I like that is good for normal healthy people, is not allowed for me. This can be frustrating for kidney patients. However, God is good, and one of these days, my name will be put back on the Kidney Transplant list, Then I can wait patiently for my mobile phone to ring and the Organ administrator in the Beaumont Hospital, Dublin, will tell me, grab your case Elizabeth, we have a match. When my suspension is lifted, my name goes forward, for every kidney transplant that arrives for transplantation. This will be like winning the Irish Lotto. The only difference is our health, is our wealth. We all need money to survive in life. Without good health and well-being. money is only the second-best. Good night, and sweet dreams to all my readers. Please leave a like on Facebook if you have read tonight’s edition. 😉

My Kidney Transplant Countdown.

Hello, dear blog readers. Yesterday. I decided to write a few chapters for my secoound book. Which I really enjoy doing, in-between my household chores. I sat wondering this morning ‘what will I write in today’s blog’. On Friday the13th I wrote about the Challenge for the Covid19 garden of remembrance. I’m not sure if anyone managed to read it. Today I would like to open the door for a 30-day countdown to Positive change. Let’s think of 10 or more blessings we are grateful for. Get a pen and paper ready, find a nice peaceful spot to sit, where we won’t be disturbed. Turn off the mobile phone, and other electrical disturbances. Close our eyes and just let the mind wander. Then ask our mind, what makes me happy, content, and at peace? What am I grateful for today. Then after we have had time to think. Write today I am grateful for X Y and Z. Just let our mind flow. Next put a sentence under each Person or item we are thankful for and say why we are glad about them. For me one thing I am forever grateful for is my Renal dialysis kidney machine, nicknamed Mable, and my caring angel nurses and care bears. (ssistant’s) The answer is Mable keeps me able to stay alive and kicking. Without the machine and my angel nurses, and care bears, to keep my Mable machine working, 3 days a week. 3 and a half hours at a time, I would not be alive. I am exttremely grateful. That’s just one thing on my gratitude list. The minute we start, mote items will come to mind. Choose a smooth garden stone ,a crystal or even something precious to hold in our hand Let’s call it our gratitude stone. When we wake up in the morninng take the stone or crystal in our hand and give thanks for whatever we are grateful for. We may add moore items daily to our list. This is up to us, to choose what we want to do. Say thank you, thank you, thank you God or whomever you believe to be ythe Creator,, for my gift of Abundance. Watch out throughout our day, and see great new People and item’s manifesting into our lives. As we give our thanks for each gift we receive. Please believe me, when I tell you this really does work, because I do it on a regular basis my readers. My list gets bigger every day. People are put into our lives for a learning lesson. I am in your life to give an uplift and you are in mine to inspire me, to write my blog. For this I’m most truly grateful for you all and the uplifting I get from writing my blog. Watch this space for day 2 of the 30 day countdown to positive change. Love, light and angel blessings to all my dear hearted readers. Regards Lizzy-bits.

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