The presence of kidney dysfunction greatly increases the risk of cardiovascular disease – an important fact that is often overlooked! If you are at risk of kidney disease. See your doctor to discuss maintaining your heart health as well! Refer to our webpages: Your heart and CKD * Diabetes and CKD.
Key Facts About Chronic Kidney Disease & Cardiovascular Disease
People at every stage of CKD are at more risk of cardiovascular disease (CVD), although those in the later stages have the highest risk.
CVD remains the leading cause of death for people on dialysis and those who have a transplanted kidney.
People with CKD have a 2 to 3-fold greater risk of cardiac death than individuals without CKD.
For people with CKD, the risk of dying from cardiovascular events is up to 20 times greater than requiring dialysis or transplantation.
Keith DS, Nichols GA, Gullion CM, Brown JB, Smith DH. Longitudinal follow-up and outcomes among a population with chronic kidney disease in a large managed care organization. Archives of Internal Medicine. 2004;164:659-663
Foley RN, Parfrey PS, Sarnak MJ. Clinical epidemiology of cardiovascular disease in chronic renal disease. American Journal of Kidney Diseases. 1998;32:S112-S119.
Identifying CKD early and slowing progression to kidney failure is important in reducing your risk of CVD.
Weiner ME, Tighiouarr H, Amin M et al. Chronic kidney disease as a risk factor for cardiovascular disease and all-cause mortality: A pooled analysis of community-based studies. Journal of the American Society of Nephrology. 2004;15:1307-131
The best way to reduce the risk of CVD is to make healthy lifestyle choices. It is also important to control and maintain a healthy blood pressure, cholesterol level, and blood glucose level if you have diabetes. If you have CKD, this usually means using medication as well as having a healthy lifestyle.
Page updated 21 February 2014
I googled the above and copied it. I became aware of World Kidney Day when I looked at some of the posts by Devon Texas. I think it is a good thing to be informed about what you can do to stay as healthy as possible.
It’s hard to imagine it’s been 45 years but “time flies where you’re having fun”. A post by a blogging friend about her childhood in 1947 caused me to reminisce about my own history. Somehow, I have managed to keep hold of a photo album I’ve have for that time in spite of dozens of moves since then So, I reached in to the dark recesses of my desk, pulled it out, scanned a picture and present it to you here.
This is me at 16 in Saigon, or what used to be called Saigon in the former South Viet Nam. Today, it’s Ho Chi Minh City, Viet Nam.
A question I get often is, “Why were you in Viet Nam at 16?” My father was working for the State Department and the assignment was Viet Nam. He said he’d go if he could take his family. After 26…
The following is the headline and the opening paragraph as reported by the Guardian:
Australia’s sick and proud message to the world: refugees are going to suffer
You might think that, now that desperate asylum seekers have been shot dead and severely injured in an Australian-run camp, we cannot possibly sink any lower. That’s unfortunately not true.
‘You could easily take the day off tomorrow,’ Lotte pleaded with Alex as they walked along the flagged “Unter den Linden”. Berliners were proud that their city was hosting the Olympics and they had pulled out all stops to make the games a success. Nazis or no Nazis it would have been the same without them as far as they were concerned.
Lotte wanted to see Jesse Owens run in the 100m sprint final and had hoped Alex, her husband would go with her.
‘Please, come with me Alex,’ she beseeched him.
‘Look at all those people, they have so much fun. We will have so much fun together.’
Alex bought two ice-creams from a seller with a small, mobile stand. The ice cream came in huge shells, made out of wafers, and while handing Lotte her ice-cream he said,
Did you know that the man thanks to whom it was finally possible to put Frederic Bartholdi´s Statue of Liberty on her today´s spot on Liberty Island (former Bedloe´s Island) in New York wasn´t even invited to its unveiling ceremony?
Joseph Pulitzer who ran the “New York World” (an avant-garde of the so called “yellow journalism”) organised a clever campaign that greatly helped collect the financial means necessary to build the pedestal for the statue (the statue itself was a gift from the people of France to the people of the great, democratic America). Although the statue was ready and already shipped over from France, the Americans were still discussing who should pay how much for the symbol of their freedom.
Pulitzer promised to published the name of every person participating in the campaign, no matter how small the donation. As a result, over 120,000 people sent in their money…
This is a passport photo of my mother Charlotte before she got sick. We do not know for sure, but she may have suffered a certain kind of memory loss later on.A few Years later another Passport-Photo was taken of her.
We did fly BRITISH AIRWAYS in 1994. We departed London/Heathrow Airport on Saturday, 19th of November at 12.45 and arrived at Tegel Airport/Berlin less than an hour later.
We moved in with my brother Peter Uwe who lived at the time with our mother in a spacious apartment in Berlin-Charlottenburg. For about ten days we stayed there and of course saw Charlotte every day. Once every day a woman would arrive to see after Charlotte’s personal needs. Peter Uwe was still a teacher and had to leave his mother on her own during the day.
Towards the end of November we left Berlin in a rental car. We had planned on going again to Windischgarsten, Austria, where Peter’s sister Eva lives with her husband Harald.
Our tour down south led us first of all to Wittenberg for a break at lunchtime. There was a Christmas Fair (Weihnachtsmarkt).I remember we were able to buy there delicious freshly baked potato pancakes (Kartoffelpuffer). A bit further on we noticed to our delight at some building our Australian flag! There happened to be an exhibition in that building about Australian aborigines.
From Wittenberg we went on to Radebeul near Dresden. This is were famous author Karl May had lived. We knew that they had a Karl May Museum in this town. So we went there for a visit. It brought back to me old memories about the noble Winnetou and his friend Old Shatterhand. Soon it was nighttime and we booked into a small hotel at Radebeul.
The following day we spent visiting Dresden. The Frauenkirche was still in ruins. Money was raised for its restoration. This is where I got my Swiss watch. The proceeds of this purchase helped towards the restoration of the church! There was a lovely Weihnachtsmarkt in Dresden too where we bought some food at lunchtime.
Our next overnight stay was in a hotel in Bad Schandau, a pleasant little spa town at the Elbe River near the Czech border. We took a walk through a wooded area and actually reached the Czech border!
I took this picture of Peter and Caroline where it said that this is the Czech border!
Well, we had not planned to take a direct tour to Austria. We first wanted to see on the way a bit of Germany . During the 1990s we did not have mobile phones. I guess we could have stayed in touch with Berlin or sister Eva via a hotel telephone. But we only rang Eva when we reached Trockau in Bavaria. It was 2 pm on the 2nd of December (I made a note of it!) Peter talked to his sister Eva, wanting to give her an indication when we might arrive at her place. “Did you ring Berlin yet?” she asked. “No, why?” And then Eva said to ring straight away. “Yesterday Uta’s mother has had a stroke and is in hospital!”
(My brother Peter Uwe had been ringing Peter’s sister Ilse who had been ringing her sister Eva.)
We did ring Berlin then of course and said to my brother we would straight away come to Berlin. We reached Berlin late at night. Peter Uwe was waiting for us and went with us to the hospital. My mother did not recover and died during the night from the 21st to the 22nd of December.
On the 13th of January 1995 we were back in Australia. My mother was to be cremated. Only there was a severe backlog at the time. The cremation could only be done well into February. And the funeral service could only be held after the cremation. Well, this was the German way of doing it. It upset me terribly. Yes, this was very difficult for me.
Peter Uwe, my brother, had been living separated from Klaudia, his wife, for some time. Peter Uwe had a new partner already. Her name is Astrid. At the time Klaudia and Astrid did not like each other, not at all. But over the years this has changed. I think they are at ease with each other now whenever they happen to meet. Peter Uwe and Klaudia have a daughter, Corinna, who was at my mum’s funeral, also Klaudia and of course Peter Uwe. Astrid was not there. Just two more people were there: Our cousin Wolfgang and his wife Gisela.
These are the five people who were at my mum’s funeral.This building is at the entrance to the cemetary (Städtischer Friedhof Schöneberg)
I guess the funeral service would have been held in there. We took the above picture in 2010 when Klaudia had the idea to show us the spot where Mum’s urn is buried anonymously amongst other urns on a beautiful lawn. The following pictures are the ones Peter Uwe sent us from the day of the funeral.
This stone we recognised in 2010 when Klaudia showed us the cemetery. Where these flowers are from the day of the funeral is presumably where Mum’s urn was buried.And here is the stone we saw in 2010.
When I published recently a blog about our adventures with the 2CV, Catterel made the following comment: “I love how certain makes of car can trigger memories – I once had a boyfriend in France, with this kind of 2CV. Canvas seats suspended from metal frames, like beach chairs! But we squeezed half a dozen students into it – don’t ask me how!”
I answered as follows:
“In the sixties we had a Volkswagen Beetle. Our friends, Karl and Marianne, had no car. So we invited them to come with us for an excursion. They had two children, a boy and a girl,, and we had two children the same age (Gaby was in long time hospital care already). Four adults and four children, we all fitted into this small VW. Seatbelts were not compulsory yet at this time. I think the children were between 4 years and 6 years, two girls and two boys. Behind the back seats there was room for two children, right under the back window of the car. I was the only one with a driver’s license at the time. So I was the driver!”
Our 2CV one morning in April 1990 near Ober-Ammergau
Today I discovered some more pictures with our 2CV that I had not published yet. This is why I include them in this reblog. We went with the 2CV from Austria to Berlin as I mentioned before. In Berlin we went in it to an outer suburb where cousin Ingrid and her husband Erhard own a little garden plot with a small cottage which they like to stay in during summer. They always love to invite us for a visit when we are in Berlin.
Cousin Ingrid holds onto her bike. The 2CV is already parked behind the gate, Erhard is to the left of the car, I can be seen on the right side.Here Caroline is trying out Ingrid’s bike/Doesn’t our 2CV look great surrounded by Ingrid’s garden? I think you can see where the side-flap on the side window in the front opens up!
In Singapore we went to the Zoological Gardens. Peter and Caroline had breakfast with an Orangutan.
This is a picture that Caroline took at Sydney Airport before our Departure.
Gaby had come with David. Also Monika was there to farewell us. This was 24 years ago, meaning that none of Monika’s girls had been born yet, but Monika had of course already Troy and Ryan. They were ten at the time.
Here, Caroline is in the picture too, meaning we are to be seen here with all three daughters!
In In Singapore we went to this Chapel.
We also went on a temple tour
Our Hotel had a Swimming Pool at the Top of the building.
This was the View from the Top of the Building.
I enjoyed our Stay in Singapore.
After Singapore our next destination was Paris. I already mentioned in Part One that we picked up a…
We had some lovely visitors this afteroon. Monika and Krystal came to see us with little Lucas. They also did bring an excellent cheese-cake along that they had baked themselves this morning. We had lots of fun with Lucas roaming around our place.
I loved this post by Berlioz very much. I could not help myself and include here another picture of little great-grandson Lucas. I took it in that room that used to be Caroline’s room. There are still some toys and books of Caroline’s for Lucas to play with in that room. Lucas was only fifteen and a half months then at the beginning of November. Now he is already nineteen months. How time flies!
The word “what” has may meanings and can be used in various ways. But I don’t want to write an essay about it as I’m not a linguist nor am I a philologist. I want to write about an eighteen months old toddler, our Great-grandson Lucas, and the way he uses this word and I’m sure he does not know too many meanings of it.
Every time we see him after a short break we are surprised how he has grown and developed. So. it is no wonder that we gaze at him with curious eyes and wonderment. In earlier days he would hang on to Mum’s or Dad’s neck and consider for a moment whether he should cry. Over time he has got used to the sight of us very old people (Great-Grandparents) who stare at him and can’t get enough of him.
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