Member since November 2022
Hi there, I'm Trisha Tayan, a Career Wellness Coach specializing in supporting professional, ambitious women who face the challenges of chronic illnesses. What sets me apart is my unique approach that combines career guidance with wellness management strategies. Having lived with chronic illness for most of my adult life, I understand the unique struggles and obstacles these women face in pursuing their dreams.
Drawing from over 25 years of experience in human resources, talent management, and career development, I offer personalized coaching to help my clients navigate their careers while prioritizing their health and well-being. Additionally, I incorporate core energy coaching techniques to help my clients tap into their inner strengths and overcome any limitations.
By working with me, you can expect a holistic approach to career success that takes into account your overall well-being and empowers you to thrive in both your professional and personal life.
I speak about resilience and how to navigate the challenges of having a career and chronic illness(es).
When I was evaluated to get on a kidney transplant list, I was told my wait would be about 5-8 years. This was in 2017. In 2018, my end-stage renal disease got to the point where I had to go on dialysis. For some reason, in January 2020, I had it in my mind that I was going to get a kidney that year despite being on the transplant list for only a little over 2 years. I didn't get a kidney in 2020, but I figured it was because of COVID.
In January of 2021, I got "the call" for a kidney. I was pretty far down on the list, but I GOT THE CALL! While it wasn't my time, I was thrilled to get THE CALL.
In March of 2021, I got another call. It was a Sunday at lunchtime. At first I didn't pick up because I didn't recognize the number. However, the number kept calling, so I picked up. It was the kidney transplant coordinator again. He asked if I was ready. Was I ready? Are you kidding? Of course I was ready! Lucky for me, the person he called before me wasn't ready.
There were several calls to confirm information and give instructions, and I had questions.
It was all very surreal. I didn't think it was really happening. I got myself ready to go, anticipating I would come back home. You see, I read stories of others waiting for transplants who got the call and were sent home for a number of reasons.
Once we arrived at the hospital at around 4 pm, I was directed to a room, greeted by a nurse, told to put on a gown, and had a bunch of blood drawn to check my levels and compatibility with the kidney, including a COVID test. The nurse came in with prep wipes and I kept thinking, is this really happening? I also kept thinking when they were going to say it wasn't going to happen and send me home.
A couple of hours went by before the surgeon came and said that the kidney arrived, but they had to check it to make sure everything was OK. At no point did anyone say that I was getting a kidney that day. After another 2 hours, the orderlies appeared with a gurney and said I was going to the OR. They gave me a cap for my hair and a fresh mask, and I was on my way. Was it happening?
In the prep area for the OR I met the anesthesia nurse and then the anesthesiologist. Then the surgical nurse and then the surgeon. They administered the anesthesia and rolled me into the OR. I remember it being brightly lit and very cold. I saw the "box" that I thought had my kidney, and I guessed I was getting a kidney. They told me to count down, and I was out.
It was the wee hours of the morning when I woke up groggy in the post-operating room and thought it really happened?
Then, when I woke up in the hospital room, I realized it really did happen!
When I was evaluated to get on a kidney transplant list, I was told my wait would be about 5-8 years. This was in 2017. In 2018, my end-stage renal disease got to the point where I had to go on dialysis. For some reason, in January 2020, I had it in my mind that I was going to get a kidney that year despite being on the transplant list for only a little over 2 years. I didn't get a kidney in 2020, but I figured it was because of COVID.
In January of 2021, I got "the call" for a kidney. I was pretty far down on the list, but I GOT THE CALL! While it wasn't my time, I was thrilled to get THE CALL.
In March of 2021, I got another call. It was a Sunday at lunchtime. At first I didn't pick up because I didn't recognize the number. However, the number kept calling, so I picked up. It was the kidney transplant coordinator again. He asked if I was ready. Was I ready? Are you kidding? Of course I was ready! Lucky for me, the person he called before me wasn't ready.
There were several calls to confirm information and give instructions, and I had questions.
It was all very surreal. I didn't think it was really happening. I got myself ready to go, anticipating I would come back home. You see, I read stories of others waiting for transplants who got the call and were sent home for a number of reasons.
Once we arrived at the hospital at around 4 pm, I was directed to a room, greeted by a nurse, told to put on a gown, and had a bunch of blood drawn to check my levels and compatibility with the kidney, including a COVID test. The nurse came in with prep wipes and I kept thinking, is this really happening? I also kept thinking when they were going to say it wasn't going to happen and send me home.
A couple of hours went by before the surgeon came and said that the kidney arrived, but they had to check it to make sure everything was OK. At no point did anyone say that I was getting a kidney that day. After another 2 hours, the orderlies appeared with a gurney and said I was going to the OR. They gave me a cap for my hair and a fresh mask, and I was on my way. Was it happening?
In the prep area for the OR I met the anesthesia nurse and then the anesthesiologist. Then the surgical nurse and then the surgeon. They administered the anesthesia and rolled me into the OR. I remember it being brightly lit and very cold. I saw the "box" that I thought had my kidney, and I guessed I was getting a kidney. They told me to count down, and I was out.
It was the wee hours of the morning when I woke up groggy in the post-operating room and thought it really happened?
Then, when I woke up in the hospital room, I realized it really did happen!