March 2012 The “transplant” was finally mentioned to me as a way to continue life. ”Transplant” was a word I never wanted to hear. But once it was said, it was too late to stop all the questions and the fear that remained with me. My lung function was becoming worse as the months went on. The transplant was not on my agenda, and I told the Transplant Center that I was not ready… I felt good… I was living each day okay and could go about most of my daily routines.
“Then came Friday, the 13th of July…” Things that were simple, became hard. No more running, stairs or dancing with my husband. Now a new grandchild, that I could not even pick up or play with. Life was now not as I had seen it becoming. My next ER visit, I had had enough. I told the Doctors I could no longer take it. I could not breathe without the use of oxygen …No more soccer games…no more walking in the park.. or even to the mailbox… I could not shop with my daughter. I even had a “girls only” cruise that we had paid and planned for , for over a year, and I had to cancel because the doctor said it would be too risky to be so far away. So now, add something else to my list, No more traveling!! I was tested for Transplant, which took about a week… every day something new to do at the medical center. After the testing, I was presented to the board.. That same day the Transplant coordinator called me and said “you are on the list”. I cried. Test for joy or test for fear…. I guess both.
August, 2012 This meant that an organ had been found that matched my needs. They said be ready, the final word will come within the hour. Talk about anxiety! But within minutes, the call came again that this was not the right one for me. A little sad, but it did prepare me for the next call….. 8-8-2012 A few days later, and I am off to St Josephs Hospital, Phoenix, Arizona to begin my preparation for my double lung transplant. This time I was ready…. This time I was even excited. Just thinking of what my life would be like with a new set of lungs… a new beginning ahead. My family jumped with joy.. held hands and ran around in circles thanking God.
The next few days went by pretty fast… Surgery only lasted 5 hours… and each hour they would report to my “nervous” family that was waiting. I awoke in the ICU with Family around me.. I smiled and held up my thumb..they all gave me a thumbs up as well.
Donors are hero’s!
“Yes, someone lost a loved one at this same miracle moment of my new life, but that loved one will forever continue to live within me.”