Hi Vera! (And everyone else who commented on this interesting thread!)
I probably began my transplant journey at around 35. My lung capacity was probably between 30-40%, then I had a bad pneumothorax from which I never regained much capacity - followed by a substantial hemoptysis – the combination dropped my lung capacity to between 10-15% and lined me up for transplant. Like a few others mentioned here – I was put in a position where there was no other choice besides choosing to allow it to take me down. I chose transplant.
Unlike Musclemania – I waited a substantial period of time after that… I was 37 after all the above occurred and I was listed. I waited almost 3 years for my new lungs. I was transplanted 4 days before my 40th birthday. I’m 53 now – I’ve had my beautiful, new lungs for over 13 years.
Deciding and waiting for transplant, I’m not sure about all of the moods. I don’t think I had much anger – I would say mostly resignation. I just knew what needed to be done and had to keep myself as healthy as possible to be able to have it done. I know there was plenty of fear – but not so much over the surgery and the process – the fear was more that I might not make it to the surgery. I’d been assured by other patients in our group that pain is dealt with, and the crazy scary pictures and tubes and all that goes with it are generally survivable – and quite soon you don’t even remember them.
My recovery was quite good and strong – I was out of the hospital 6 days after my transplant – I walked a mile 2 weeks after transplant – I walked 2.5 miles in 85 degree heat and humidity 3.5 weeks after transplant, carrying shopping bags! I vividly remember less than two days after my surgery – sitting in my hospital room, without oxygen (on room air) and looking up at the monitor and seeing my O2 sat at 95 and I cried. Without O2 for the last 2-3 years, my sat would have dropped to 60 or less.
I don’t know if it was the prednisone or other meds – but I was emotional immediately post transplant (and maybe still today – but not nearly as much…) I was generally VERY happy. We’d be standing at a street corner and my wife would look over at me, and I’d have tears flowing over my cheeks and she’d get worried – and I’d have to tell her they were happy tears, I just couldn’t easily control them…
I’m with you that, all my life I’d never considered not having limitations. I don’t think I understood I was “struggling” – I never knew a different way of life. Life got progressively worse for almost 40 years – I never knew that life could get better – I only knew life got worse. I never imagined it could feel this amazing to just breathe. I never knew life could be this easy…
Some of us go through life knowing that the threat of losing your life is always hanging out there on the horizon – oddly, I think that for some of us, that helps us savor the things and the people surrounding us. It’s still hanging out there because life expectancy post transplant sometimes ain’t that hot – but the quality of life is potentially so much better after transplant. And the probability that it will be so much better is very high.
I’ve had my beautiful, new lungs for 13+ years. I just got a beautiful, new kidney last year – because the cocktail of drugs gradually destroyed my already-compromised kidneys. My lung donor was a beautiful girl from Iowa named Kari, who was 17 when she passed away. My kidney was given to me by one of Kari’s friends. If I had to do everything over again – I would hope to travel down the same path I’ve taken.
I don’t know when you’ll be listed, Vera – but I hope you get what you need, when you need it – and I hope your journey is as amazing as mine has been. You take care – stay strong and healthy (as possible) while you’re on this journey – do as much exercise as you can manage, and keep your weight up – those two factors will have an incredible impact on your survival to and through transplant. Love, Steve