One year!

Happy one year to me! I am officially past my one year anniversary of my lung transplant. In the transplant world this is a huge milestone. In a more recent article of the Journal of Heart and Lung Transplantation it states that "patients who live past the first year... have a sixty-three percent likelihood of being alive ten years post... and a twenty-seven percent chance of being alive twenty years post." I like that statistic more than the one I normally see with the median extended life of  6.5 years.

I got emotional. Mostly because I was thinking of my donor's family and his death. I know some people will say to not let this bother me, but that is easier said than done. His life is important to me. The anniversary of his death, such a tragedy, brought hope into our lives. The end of his life brought continuation to mine. (And perhaps to several others.) I will always honor his memory as part of him is now part of me for the rest of my life.

I will be going back to Cleveland in a few days for my one-year check up, complete with biopsies of the lungs to check for rejection. We are hoping for good results.

I'm still struggling with the usual side effects. I guess it's no longer news and I feel as though I should stop reporting them here with risk of boring you. I've been in the ER at least once a month and that is getting really old. The Botox injections in my head and neck have helped decrease the frequency of the migraines somewhat, but when I get them, they are still bad. The nausea and vomiting have not decreased. 

I was also caught off guard last month by a bout of food poisoning. It reminded me how fragile I am and how careful I need to be. Generally I feel less anxious about my limitations and transplant life, but still have my moments when I am reminded of how much I miss how things used to be before I was sick. I can't dwell on those things. I've had to make changes, and I continue to move ahead or else grief consumes me.

Onward. A new year awaits...