This has been a strange and draining week and I certainly don't mean like normal.

It's a bit of a long one and I hope you can bear with me for the duration. It all began on Monday when my husband had a normal check-up with his doctor. He had mentioned that he thought he was getting a bladder infection. She took a urine sample and said that it had a very high glucose level and thought that he might be pre-diabetic. She gave him a kit so he could test his blood at home and relay the results to her.

Meanwhile she had asked to go get his bloodwork done the next day since the Lab had lost his previous results. He did that and thought nothing of it except being a little worried that he might be diabetic.

Tuesday evening rolls around and I receive a phonecall from my Dad and he asked me if I was sitting down. This is not good. A few weeks prior he found out that he was anemic. My Dad was put through an arsenal of tests to find out what might be causing the anemia. Two years ago he had a colonoscopy that was clear. They performed another on him and found an angry polup staring back at them. The polup is the size of a golfball. I'm freaking out at this point but trying to keep it together because he doesn't need that.

While I'm talking to him I hear the call-waiting beep, I look at the caller ID and don't recognize the number. Not that it mattered I wasn't going to click over at this point anyway. I finish the phonecall with my Dad with him telling me that he has an appointment later on in the week with his regular doctor and he would keep me updated with what was going on.

So after I hang up there's a message on the voicemail that I check. It's an associate doctor of my husband's doctor. The message was regarding my husband's labwork. All he said was that there was abnormal lab levels and to call his doctor in the morning. Very vague and cryptic, great! My husband was a wreck to say the least. He couldn't sleep at all that night.

The doctor's office called him Wednesday before he had a chance to. They told him that he needed to go to the hospital immediately. We are both freaking out at this point. We have no idea what's going on and think it's still about the diabetes. Wrong.

The results they got back from the lab told them that he is in kidney failure. Problem number one he only has one kidney to begin with. Problem number two, he's not in any pain whatsover. We thought they got the labwork mixed up with someone else. So did they. They admitted my husband and ran a bunch of tests on him to find out if what they read was true. Unfortunately the labwork was right. He's in kidney failure.

They began dialysis last night and he will have a regular appointment at a dialysis clinic starting on Monday. At least his kidney will get a break and the doctor was telling him that he will most likely regain a lot of the energy he didn't relize he had lost.

It is a lot to take in a matter of days, especially knowing that he will be on a kidney transplant list shortly. The doctor also told him he is an excellent candidate for transplant surgery. His other organs are in great condition to support a transplant surgery and he has a lifestyle that will accept a new kidney. He rarely drinks in excess (which he is planning on eliminating alcohol completely) and he has quit smoking.

If I could ask, please keep my Husband, Kip, and my Dad, Bruce, in your prayers. I'll be sending updates when we know more.