are you ok?

I've had so many people ask recently how I'm doing and besides "ok I got a port put in today and I'm to have a peg soon" I haven't really been able to explain how I'm actually doing. I guess the best part of all of what I'm about to say is I'm doing better than I was 5wks ago. Before I went into hospital I didn't even have the breath to stand up at the sink for long enough to brush my teeth and wash my face, the day I got admitted mum had to put a stool in front of the sink for me. I was bad, I just hadn't realised how bad.
Now I'm going to try and explain what's going on, as best I can anyway. A few weeks ago I had a lung biopsy to confirm if it was rejection, I didn't think it could be anything else but the biopsy was negative, NO rejection. The biopsy (and CT scans) showed inflammation and scarring or fibrosis. Basically something has injured my lungs (we aren't 100% sure what and we may never know now) and it caused inflammation which in turn caused permanent scarring. This isn't going to go away, nothing can be done for fibrosis. The hope is now that whatever caused the injury was acute and it isn't something that is going to continue injuring the lungs. The problem I'm left with is my lungs are once again scarred, they're never going to be normal, scarring doesn't go away. All I can do is build up my exercise tolerance as much as possible to maximise what I can do with them. I'm still on oxygen, I don't know when or if I'll come off it.
I guess what I'm focusing on through all this is this isn't ideal, far from it but it's better than the situation I was in pre transplant. I feel better than I did pre transplant, I have my days but everyone does, my life has already been extended as far as I'm concerned it's already been proved that transplant was the right decision. I don't know what my life is going to be like from here on out but I don't really care because I'm alive and that's all that really matters...

Back in

Well I've been feeling a bit crappy for a couple of weeks. I started to notice a gradual dip in my exercise tollerance, an increase in breathlessness and lack of appetitte plus my cheeks were constantly glowing! Related or not I don't know!
I had a CT scan last week and I'm quite glad it came along on a day I was feeling really quite bad as it reflected how I was feeling in the following clinic appointment when I got the results. It showed I had a small pneumothorax (collapsed lung) in my pesky right lung, it seems to be the mischievous one! And 'scraggy' white patches which looked like inflammation over both lungs. My consultant said he'd seen alot of this before and although there was more than he'd have liked to seen he wasn't too worried but did want to get to the bottom of what they were, for sure, asap. A bronchoscopy and biopsy were planned for the following Thursday, just 2 days later. Wednesday saw me lounging in pjs all day with no energy or breath to do anything, I was back on oxygen and I couldn't even stand up long enough at the sink to wash. I had a few teary moments, out of frustration, feeling helpless and the worry that this is just how things were going to be, that this was it. Everything was an effort and poor mum was waiting on me hand and foot, I felt so guilty. I turned up for the biopsy yesterday and my consultant (different one to Tuesday) was weary. I admit I was worried about how I'd cope with the bronchoscopy as I was feeling really quite bad but I wanted it done so they could get to the bottom of it and I could get back to feeling better. After a chat and a check of my oxygen levels it was decided I wasn't well enough and it was cancelled. They sorted a bed out on the ward and I was sent up. I'm being treated for a bout of rejection, my second bout now (I had a bout during recent pneumonia) so they're looking at changing around my antirejection medication to prevent further bouts. Rejection is common during the first year of transplant, its takes a while for you to adjust to the treatment. But I find it so worrying, rejection brings back all the memories of my old lungs and my struggles I had with them, the struggles I don't want to be reminded of.
Anyway now the treatment has started I'm already starting to feel a bit brighter and hoping not to be in too long.