… I was flat on my back in intensive care having just had my rubbish old blowers swapped out for a pair of shiney new ones. And what a corking pair they’ve turned out to be, too. Already I’m off galavanting around the country meeting new people, doing new things, catching up on the life I missed out on for most of the last 12 months and more before my op.
I’m reminded today of how special a gift my new lungs are – and just how lucky I am – by the simple horrible day a dear friend of mine has had. A CF-sufferer like me, she’s been on the Tx list quite a while now (rather embarrassingly I don’t know how long), but last night she got the call she’d been waiting for. After the usual battery of tests, they sent her down to theatre and put her under. They even got as far as beginning the surgery. And then something – no one knows quite what – happened with the new lungs and the whole thing was called off.
Now, I had my fair share of false alarms in my time on the list, but this goes WAY beyond anything I evere had to deal with. There’s disappointment and then there’s this – it’s so far beyond anything I can imagine I can’t even find the right word to describe it. I feel devastated and it’s not even me it’s happened to. So for those of you who are so inclined, Scotland could do with some of your happy thoughts right now.
As for me, well I seem to be generating my own happy thoughts for the time being. So busy have I been in generating the happy thoughts, I’m now being berated on all sides for the lack of updates on the blog. I have to admit, rather sheepishly, that I hadn’t even realised it had been a full week since my last update.
So I’m now going to diligently recount the last few days for all those curious people out there – keep your eyes on the earlier dates for the week (yes, I can back-date my entries – a fact which appears to have eluded some of my fair readers over the last couple of weeks…) to see what I was getting up to, which will form some sort of very lame defence of my lack of bloggage.
Thoughts and prayers to Scotland, please – Heaven knows she needs them.
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