Last night, I celebrated my one year transplant anniversary. At that time in 2016, I was coming off the ventilator & breathing my first new breaths on my own.
I still remember those moments. Still remember crying when my surgeon showed me my first x-ray of my lungs.
I posted this to another social account. But I felt it was worth sharing here:
I’ve made a tough call. I’m not abandoning my play, just setting it aside for now.
A few months ago, my numbers were unexplainably down about 30 perecent.
After some steroid pushes & medication changes, things were still looking a bit funky & my numbers still hadn’t risen, so I needed another bronchoscopy (scope of my lungs).
I had to start using an Accu-chek meter, since I lost the headphone jack when I upgraded my iphone (for free) recently.
My Dario meter, which I loved, couldn’t be guaranteed accurate with using the new Apple dongle/adapter.
They are working on a compatible replacement part but it still has to go through FDA approval so who knows how long that will take.
For the past two years I’ve written a novel for National Novel Writing Month. It was a welcome distraction & radical departure from my life.
It also disciplined me to write 50,000 words in 30 days, which seemed really daunting at first but was actually doable.
The past few weeks have been a bit tough. My breathing numbers were down at my last visit at the end of July, so I have a bronchoscopy (a test where they scope your lungs to take a look) scheduled for later this month. It might not be anything to worry about, but better safe than sorry. Continue reading