After the shocker of a bad few days last week, I finally gathered from my lungs it is infact infection. I was happy about this, why? Well because infection is something that can get better and go away, it isn't just my lungs deteriorating, it is infection that is 'fixable'. I'm on lovely big doses of antibiotics at the moment and coughing green gunk with every bit of energy I have but I am getting there. And I managed to fit in an awesome few days away on a spa break last week. It was at times hard work, ok so sitting around in a spa for a few days may not seem like it but I do have less than 15% lung function now, just the sight of a flight of stairs makes my toes curl up. But it was so worth it. It gave me much needed head space to get things into prospective. I looked out over the balcony in the spa and just felt relief, I felt lucky, I felt lucky to be me, to be where I am and to lucky I'm still here.
It amazes me in the face of so much adversity, facing so much uncertainty only then do we really appreciate who are, what we have and in my case what I'm still able to do. And it was then I thought 'if I don't make this transplant list then I was never meant to and I can accept that now'. 12 months ago I didn't even come close to accepting that.
Fact is I've learned to love my life, it may not be perfect but it is my life and it is the best I can make it. Being offered a chance at transplant would be amazing but I think I can accept it now if I don't get the opportunity to go on the list.
Tonight my thoughts turn to Jessica Wales. She's been waiting for new lungs for 4yrs, 4yrs too long.
Happy Nurses Day
1 week ago