Tonight I had one of the most discouraging nights I've had in a long time. It's been two and a half years since I had my transplant and it has only been within the last six months that my pulimnary function has majorly dropped and I found out that I am going to need a second transplant sooner rather than later. Despite all of this I still have to work out as much as possible in order to keep my lung functon some what stable so that I don't get into a major life threatening situation again like with the first transplant. I have been told the stronger you are post transplant the better you will be when you get the transplant. So I am trying to work out in order to stay strong.
Tonight I went to my gym and tried my first Zumba class. I heard great things about the effects of the class plus I love music so I wanted to try it. Within 10 minutes of the class it felt like my lungs were on fire and that I was going to pass out. Within 15 minutes of the class I had to stop, I honestly thought I was going to pass out.
Once in my car, I completely lost it, I couldn't help but cry my eyes out at the major once again decline in my health. It felt like all my hard work over the past two and a half years were all for nothing and all of a sudden it became blatently obvious that I do need a second transplant.
I don't know what to do. I feel so discourage about my health, embarressed that I couldn't even keep up with the 70 year olds in the class and honestly that life feels completely pointless cause I will always be sick and there is nothing I could do about it. How do you pick yourself up when it seems like you take one step forward and get pushed two steps back. I know I have to but I am so discouraged that I don't want to go through the embarisment of working out among normal people.
Any guidence or advice would be greatly apperciated.
Annie
CF since I was born/CFRD since I was 13/double lung tx on 9/3/2010
Tonight I went to my gym and tried my first Zumba class. I heard great things about the effects of the class plus I love music so I wanted to try it. Within 10 minutes of the class it felt like my lungs were on fire and that I was going to pass out. Within 15 minutes of the class I had to stop, I honestly thought I was going to pass out.
Once in my car, I completely lost it, I couldn't help but cry my eyes out at the major once again decline in my health. It felt like all my hard work over the past two and a half years were all for nothing and all of a sudden it became blatently obvious that I do need a second transplant.
I don't know what to do. I feel so discourage about my health, embarressed that I couldn't even keep up with the 70 year olds in the class and honestly that life feels completely pointless cause I will always be sick and there is nothing I could do about it. How do you pick yourself up when it seems like you take one step forward and get pushed two steps back. I know I have to but I am so discouraged that I don't want to go through the embarisment of working out among normal people.
Any guidence or advice would be greatly apperciated.
Annie
CF since I was born/CFRD since I was 13/double lung tx on 9/3/2010