Kidney

Kidney, not liver. But how was I supposed to know?

I mean, I should have figured. Plan C, to recall, is dialysis. I should have been able to guess from that that it was kidney, not liver. I think maybe I suspected. But then maybe everything surrounding "liver" (the vocabulary, that is) had become so familiar that I got attached to the idea that the symptoms she was exhibiting had to deal with liver failure. And plus, if it were liver failure, it would have been the fault of the cancer. But kidney failure is the fault of the treatment directed against the cancer. Fuck this disease. Also, fuck reading material on dialysis.

The dialysis machine sucks up your blood, cleans up the impurities, and then sends it back into your body. Blood is life. Blood is life. It's like a goddamn vampire machine.

Currently, my mom has just started Plan B ... meaning that she was admitted to the hospital early this afternoon to begin albumin infusions. Although the lasix helped to take off some of the water, it wasn't nearly enough.