Hello, again, everyone. First, I want to thank everyone for their good wishes and support. I was very surprised by that.
My questions here basically go to those that are either on the transplant list or who have already been transplanted. I've only been on the list for about a month, and I find my spirits already slipping. My doctor seemed very confident that I would have new lungs by the end of my last hospital stay, or at the longest, by the end of the month. Yet here I sit, back in my apartment, strapped to O2, still waiting by the phone.
I have never felt so hopeless. The first time I talked to my doctor about getting a transplant, he told me that, as it stands, I have six months left. Am I going to get it in time? Should I be getting my hopes up at all? I'm 5' 2". Is it difficult to find healthy lungs of that size? While I was hospitalized, a pair came available. They would have gone to me, except that they were too big.
My doctor seems to have all this optimism, but I can't tell if he's just blowing sunshine up my butt so I don't get depressed or if he's telling me the truth. Then there's the fact that I may not survive the surgery, that I could reject, etc.
I'm at a loss right now with what to believe and where I should realistically set my sights. So I'm asking those with experience and those who are sharing this hard time with me. How long were you waiting on the list and what did you do to keep yourself from losing hope? Did you distract yourself and force yourself not to think about it, or did you somehow come to terms with things? And did you see this as a new beginning, or did the thought cross your mind that this is the final frontier, that you are coming into the last few years of your life?
Any advice would be DEEPLY appreciated. Take care.
My questions here basically go to those that are either on the transplant list or who have already been transplanted. I've only been on the list for about a month, and I find my spirits already slipping. My doctor seemed very confident that I would have new lungs by the end of my last hospital stay, or at the longest, by the end of the month. Yet here I sit, back in my apartment, strapped to O2, still waiting by the phone.
I have never felt so hopeless. The first time I talked to my doctor about getting a transplant, he told me that, as it stands, I have six months left. Am I going to get it in time? Should I be getting my hopes up at all? I'm 5' 2". Is it difficult to find healthy lungs of that size? While I was hospitalized, a pair came available. They would have gone to me, except that they were too big.
My doctor seems to have all this optimism, but I can't tell if he's just blowing sunshine up my butt so I don't get depressed or if he's telling me the truth. Then there's the fact that I may not survive the surgery, that I could reject, etc.
I'm at a loss right now with what to believe and where I should realistically set my sights. So I'm asking those with experience and those who are sharing this hard time with me. How long were you waiting on the list and what did you do to keep yourself from losing hope? Did you distract yourself and force yourself not to think about it, or did you somehow come to terms with things? And did you see this as a new beginning, or did the thought cross your mind that this is the final frontier, that you are coming into the last few years of your life?
Any advice would be DEEPLY appreciated. Take care.