Yesterday I had a check-up with my nurse practitioner & doctor.  I’m doing so well I won’t need a bronchoscopy (it’s a procedure where they go into your lungs & check for potential rejection/infections/other problems) for another 3 weeks or so.

Those of us post lung transplant know what a big deal that is. 

In the course of the wait for my doctor, my bestie & I ran into a member of our support group we belong to.  We had a nice chat but the conversation drifted into ICU/post transplant psychosis, mainly from the drugs we are given.

I was very lucky I didn’t develop psychosis. I was preparing to because I once had a terrible reaction to a steroid/antibiotic combination once that it did make me psychotic.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, I had to ask if who I saw in the room were really there. Was I seeing them because I wanted to or were they really there?

They were there – my parents,  my bestie, & also a dear young sister with LAM (my lung disease) who had her transplant a few months prior.

In the Power of Dreams post I mentioned a dream I had.

This was infinitely better than that.

I was surrounded by love while I took my first breaths.

I still have trouble putting into words because it was such a meaningful moment in my life.