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 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.
A few days ago (on 9/2) I made my 9 month transplant anniversary.
A few weeks before that I had another bronchoscopy because my numbers were down.
All appears to be OK. No rejection. That’s good.
I’m hoping the fall brings better breathing numbers.
I wrote this poem a few months ago. It just came to me in the night during a tough night during the wait. I even think it might have been a few days after my first dry run in July.
One of my favorite vices is coffee.
We have a Keurig in our house but we use the single serve cups with grounds & made that switch recently for a number of reasons.