This is by far the hardest post I’ve had to make. I’ve endured many significant losses in my life. Some of them I’ve posted about here. But this is by far the toughest. I’m grasping for words.
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 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.
I honestly forgot about this event until last night when I received a reminder email & updated agenda. My local hospital was having a one-day symposium at a nearby campus & a few months ago had asked me to be part of a roundtable about lung transplant. It finally hit me last night that we are at the end of the month.
This is germane to not only events in a America right now, but also disparities in healthcare.