Living with cystic fibrosis I always thought as a child and teenager I would be ready to die when death came. That I would be tired of the fight for life and ready to role over and let death happen. How naive I was. Me and my best friend Lou were on our way back from London yesterday and while we were driving along we started to talk about my transplant, as I often do at the moment. It's my way of unpicking at the seems of life, rummaging through the memory's, deciphering the codes in my head left from the trauma of it all. Because when your told your dying, when your so poorly you can barely stay awake, your brain starts to loose pieces of information along the way. It's like it decides what it can deal with and starts to throw out all the other stuff until you are back on the road to recovery and then you start to find all these lost memory's.
Memory's such as ringing my nan and telling her I wasn't going to get a second transplant and I wasn't going to make it. Nothing can prepare you for that conversation, not even your delusions as a teen that when death came you would be ready. Starting to relive those memory's, it's so painful, so raw, it's like going through them for the first time because each time you remember something else and it's all new again, the pain slices through you and the tears sweep my face.
I can only just remember the howling cry of my brother, even as I write about it, it feels so fresh so new and I want to reach Into my memory and wrap my arms around him And tell him how it all turns out ok.
I still don't remember all those conversations I made to so many of my close friends and family that day. I wonder if they will ever come back, part of me hopes they will stay hidden. Am I ever ready to deal with these moments of pain. There are still things I cannot remember from my first transplant and i am sure if they were to come back to me they wouldn't benefit me in anyway, they are hidden some where in the deep fog of protection, possibly just dropped out of my brain forever never to be found.
There is something else I have learnt from this experience, not only am I not ready to die but I'm finally ready to live. Now this may sound confusing for everyone, iv never shied away from life or walked away from an experience to be had but iv never thought I wanted to live to be old, joked about the fact I don't want wrinkles and simply thought that 50, 60 or 80 sounds to old. Sorry for those who are that age, but being young those ages do sound so old to me. Until the penny dropped, stu said to me today about sorting out his retirement fund. My reaction was to well up, I want to be there! I want to be with him when he retires, sending him off down the golf club in the day while I natter away to my friend Lou and go to the spa or some retirement like leisurely thing!
This may sound selfish of me, it does to me. It sounds like I'm simply wanting to much and I should just be grateful for every day I get, god I promise you I am. Sometimes though I catch myself wanting more and hoping I never have to relive those conversations with my friends, not just in my memory's but in real life.
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Thursday, 10 October 2013
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Slight blip on the path to recovery but life continues
So Monday I woke with terrible chest pain, a sleepless night of tossing and turning and only being able to sleep on my back as the pain increased and felt like my heart had moved to where the pain was and pulsating through it causing me agony. Off to exeter hospital I trotted, I know any signs of symptoms of things not being right I have to get checked out due to my gastric/oesophagus issues and the possibility of refluxing into my lungs despite my fundo wrap. Also regardless of these issues anything wrong at such an early stage post transplant is amplified and can cause a lot more damage. I'm still shaken by my chronic rejection with my first transplant and so feeling very nervous about any little thing.
After a slightly fuzzy X-ray and a temperature I was transferred to harefield, put of tramadol for the pain and told I may or may not be bronched. Wednesday I was put on the emergency bronch list and starved all day for a bronch that never happened, but instead went ahead the next day. I dislike bronchs a lot, after waking up in agony from one with a collapsed lung.
I woke up still in the theatre, I usually wake in the recovery room, straight away blood came flying up from my lungs and most of it ended up all over me and some into a bowl. I hate it when you first wake after a bronch and those first few breaths feel really hard as they have been assisting your breathing through it, it like you've forgotten how to breathe on your own. That's how I always felt after using the bipap but 10 times worse because my lungs at that time weren't really sure how to breathe most of the time.
I was wheeled into recovery and continued to cough up a lot of blood, you cough up blood when they take biopsies, they always take biopsies with me now to check for aspirations due to gastric/oesophagus problems and chronic rejection. This particular bronch must have just caught a well perfused area as iv not coughed up this much blood since pre first transplant.
Later that day I was told that the bronch looked very clear and although there initial thoughts were infection there was no mucus in my lungs and it may be a virus which I seemed to have gotten over on my own. I would be allowed home as soon as my biopsy results came back.
Unfortunately the results didn't come back completely clear, I was told instantly that they were not at all worried and neither should I be. Easy for them to say but I'm still dealing with the emotional fall out of chronic rejection and being told I was going to die, so anything slightly squiffy worries me as i've said. It seems I have organised pneumonia, which I had as the very beginning of my chronic rejection and reflux issues. Organised pneumonia isn't a bug or infection as it sounds like, it's a immune response to something not quite right, it's inflammation in the lungs caused by the white cells, the treatment is a medium dose of steroids. Organised pneumonia is believed to be linked to reflux and the end of virus's or infection. So it could be from the end of my infection I have recently finished Ivs for or it could be a sign that my liquid/soft food diet and other precautions taken against reflux/aspiration is not working and either prof Hannah will have to have a rethink to see if there's any surgery he can do to stop it or I will have a peg fitted into my jejunum (small bowl) and be nil by mouth forever, the aim of this is to bypass my stomach so food doesn't reflux into my lungs. For now I'm on 25 mg of pred and I guess we will see if this helps and my lung function continues to improve and a biopsy will be repeated soon.
I remain worried, but obviously positive. I see myself as a very pragmatic person, a realist and there for will deal with this in the same way.
So now I'm back at my Nan's and life is continuing. Therefore leading me on to my good news and exciting week. Me and Stuart have made an offer on a house and it has been accepted! We are going to be home owns. This is a dream come true, I'm so excited that we got here, we made it all because of my two amazing donors, I will never forget them. Also it is nearly my birthday! I am so excited another birthday I didn't think I would make and there for feel it is slightly more special and a time to say thanks for all that I have. I cannot wait to celebrate the gift that is life.
Lastly I took my first walk for months with Kia yesterday on arriving home from hospital. It amazed me as I walked how effortless it was to breathe when before it was so hard, like every breath could be my last and how those tears ran down my face through pure fear, yet now I am standing here, walking without a single thought on how to breathe. thanks to my donors💕💕
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Saturday, 7 September 2013
Recovering
I have had a short break from my blog, so I apologise to those who have asked for updates. The reason for my break was to take time to heal, reflect and recover. Although I'm writing this it certainly doesn't mean I have finished that process, post transplant recovery take months, some say your not recovered physically for about a year, emotionally I guess everyone is different, but I don't know if we ever truly recover from near death experiences although they do get put to one side and for us to carry on life in the most 'normal' way possible. As I said in a previous blog before my chronic rejection set in I felt the most recovered and 'normal' as I would ever get. Now my goal is to get back to that and rushing emotional recovery isn't something I would ever do.
So where am i now? I am out of hospital I have been for a week and a day, it's been 4 weeks today since my transplant, 4 weeks since some stranger once again gave me the gift of life, 4 weeks and some where there is a family out there grieving, please think of them and wish them peace and my donor rest peacefully in heaven.
I am at my nans with my husband while I recover and we look for a house, our first house to buy. It's so exciting and at the same time scary, it's such a huge decision when looking at houses whether we are going to pick the right one for us. I can't tell you how happy I am that I have such a normal worry such as buying a house!
Physically I am weak, but no where near as weak as I was the first time, but still I have a way to go, I am walking lots and sometimes I forget to rest in between, my mind thinks I can just go back to how things were before, my body is in need of time, but I know we will get there.
Finally I just want to take a minute to thank you, thank all of you who have supported me, helped my hospital packs in the last few months which will be ready to go out for Christmas. I have been buying lots of fun crafty things and exciting goodies for them and it has provided me with much needed distraction from myself and my own situation. I want to thank everyone who had donated to the packs and to the fund which my friend set up for me personally, I have no Idea what I will spend that on, but I will put it to good use. I also want to thank all the lovely people who sent me cards, present and simple messages of encouragement. These message in those hours of darkness brightened my day and on good days widened my smile. Simple things have such a great effect and I cannot thank everyone enough.
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So where am i now? I am out of hospital I have been for a week and a day, it's been 4 weeks today since my transplant, 4 weeks since some stranger once again gave me the gift of life, 4 weeks and some where there is a family out there grieving, please think of them and wish them peace and my donor rest peacefully in heaven.
I am at my nans with my husband while I recover and we look for a house, our first house to buy. It's so exciting and at the same time scary, it's such a huge decision when looking at houses whether we are going to pick the right one for us. I can't tell you how happy I am that I have such a normal worry such as buying a house!
Physically I am weak, but no where near as weak as I was the first time, but still I have a way to go, I am walking lots and sometimes I forget to rest in between, my mind thinks I can just go back to how things were before, my body is in need of time, but I know we will get there.
Finally I just want to take a minute to thank you, thank all of you who have supported me, helped my hospital packs in the last few months which will be ready to go out for Christmas. I have been buying lots of fun crafty things and exciting goodies for them and it has provided me with much needed distraction from myself and my own situation. I want to thank everyone who had donated to the packs and to the fund which my friend set up for me personally, I have no Idea what I will spend that on, but I will put it to good use. I also want to thank all the lovely people who sent me cards, present and simple messages of encouragement. These message in those hours of darkness brightened my day and on good days widened my smile. Simple things have such a great effect and I cannot thank everyone enough.
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Sunday, 18 August 2013
Dreaming wire free
I'm still recovering well, it seems like things are all heading in the right direction apart from a old annoying problem cropping up. My stomach does many magical painful things one of which is switching it's self off. Last night was the second time it's done this in this recovery. I was withering in pain and actually got to the point where I just though god this is never ending, the itu anethatist was brought down and then dosed me up on morphine until I passed out. A happy outcome. It got to the point where even my nurse didn't know what to do and all she could do was hold my hand and reassure me I was going to be ok.
Pain, pain is such a provocateur of emotions, how it can make you feel like your world is crashing down in seconds and anyone who has the power to take it away is simply a hero. I felt I truly didn't know how to keep going last night, surely I wouldn't keel over from the pain but I didn't physically know how I could handle any more.
I continue to dream of life wire free, house hunting, doing my sports therapy massage course, teaching pole, getting fit and having dinner with my hubby.
I can't wait to be curled up in our new house when we buy this autumn, surrounded by friends, family and of course Kia. It seems so idyllic and small but so tangible and perfect.
I'm hoping to be leaving hospital this week for a family wedding, whether that's full discharge or weekend leave we will see. I'm currently down to two chest drains and one neck line. I long for a full bath or shower.
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Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Recovering well
I have to say I never thought four days after transplant I would be so well, so happy, so mobile.
See my recovery before was after a long decline where all my muscle mass was stripped from me, ecmo ruined my muscles my mind everything. It was a means to an end but a horrible one that got me to the other side in the worst shape possible. I now know more then every that a normal transplant where your in a good muscular state as I was because I had declined quicker this time, don't get me wrong my lungs were really gone, i had only a week or more left, but the muscle was still there and that makes such a difference. I believe in ecmo and think it does it's job well, but I want one day where people don't get that ill they have to go on ecmo, ecmo isn't how transplant should be. People should have this as easy as it comes because it's still hard then. Although I feel rather high on life, love and all the energy people are sending me. Thank you for you messages. Also a continuous thanks to my donors and love to there familys. my thoughts are always with them. Ill leave with a few pics for now and just this short blog. I'm off 02, out of itu, 2 chest drains gone, cycling on the bike for 15 minutes and moving really well. Also planning for home mid next week.
All my love blog readers, remember dum spiro spero = while I breath I hope.
Day I was told I was going to die in a couple of weeks, sharing a precious moment with my nephews, brother and sister in law to be.
Going to theatre.
2 days after.
Love
High spirits
Standing. Itu no 02'
On the bike on the ward. No 02.
Proper pjs and had a nice clean! No 02 and happy.
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See my recovery before was after a long decline where all my muscle mass was stripped from me, ecmo ruined my muscles my mind everything. It was a means to an end but a horrible one that got me to the other side in the worst shape possible. I now know more then every that a normal transplant where your in a good muscular state as I was because I had declined quicker this time, don't get me wrong my lungs were really gone, i had only a week or more left, but the muscle was still there and that makes such a difference. I believe in ecmo and think it does it's job well, but I want one day where people don't get that ill they have to go on ecmo, ecmo isn't how transplant should be. People should have this as easy as it comes because it's still hard then. Although I feel rather high on life, love and all the energy people are sending me. Thank you for you messages. Also a continuous thanks to my donors and love to there familys. my thoughts are always with them. Ill leave with a few pics for now and just this short blog. I'm off 02, out of itu, 2 chest drains gone, cycling on the bike for 15 minutes and moving really well. Also planning for home mid next week.
All my love blog readers, remember dum spiro spero = while I breath I hope.
Day I was told I was going to die in a couple of weeks, sharing a precious moment with my nephews, brother and sister in law to be.
Going to theatre.
2 days after.
Love
High spirits
Standing. Itu no 02'
On the bike on the ward. No 02.
Proper pjs and had a nice clean! No 02 and happy.
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Saturday, 10 August 2013
Here we go again!!!!(Stu's update)
Ok this is unfortunately not Kirstie sending you this message but her wonderful husband Stu. Kirstie has asked me to pass on what happened today so you guys are up to date.
Well I'll start from Friday morning as Kirstie has already covered Wednesday and Thursday so mine should be a happier blog with less tears ( except for my dad.)
Started off as a normal day really nothing to strange from the last few days wake up go pee, drink, talk, watch TV and play on iPads and phones.
Visitors of the day were me(Stu) Kirstie's mum, Chris,Caz,Luke and Logan (Kirstie's brother and his little family) and also Lee (Kirstie's older brother).
20:40fri
After that not alot when everyone left me and Kirstie just chilled out on her bed watching TV, when we had a knock on the door to which a face appeared. I hadn't seen this face for two years so just thought he was working tonight and he just wanted to pop in and say hello. I didn't even registrar that it was Rob ( TRANSPLANT CO-ORDINATOR) so I just said "hello" he must of thought "twat". Which I was, he then went on and said its very early but we may have some lungs for you. I got up and started walking around the room in complete shock looking into my wife's eyes and knowing that we were both thinking ' already! That's crazy we only sorted this yesterday and now we are here' all I wanted to do was hug the guy as all he does is bring me good news ( he was the one who said it was ago last time ) be went over it was very very early and there are still tests and obstacles to get through first.
Once Rob left we just looked and said ' ok let's do this' we took the phones out and called the parents we decided it was far to soon to let everyone know as we were so far off. Kirstie then had to go on bi-pap as breathing became difficult because of the situation and she was struggling her mum came over later in the night as she couldn't sleep and waited with us for any updates on what's happening she was worried about Kirstie as she was visibly struggling and in the early hours we had to get more pain relief so she could get some sleep.
7:00sat
Rob came back and said everything was looking good even our biggest worry which was the anti-bodies, remember Kirstie's were at 80% which really put the odds against her. There was just the final checks and it would be all go. More phone calls to family letting a few more people know as we were getting close.
8:30sat
Ok it's ago 'your going down at 9:15' this was it phones out iPads going Kirstie wanted people to know she couldn't keep it bottled up any longer it was happening and we didn't have long. Kirstie got worse during this time her breathing was awful and it was defiantly time to do this. I guess for her this was her first time waiting going through the stages and waiting to go down as last time she was on ECMO and didn't have a clue. I was so happy for her this could give us more time together to complete her goals and fulfil her dreams.
9:15sat
We start the walk down to theatre we get there take a few photos say good luck give Kirstie a kiss then let them take her through.
That's it my mind now thinks about her previous donor and there family and the two years they gave to Kirstie and what she did in that time you all know so I won't go into detail, Im just praying that they know what Kirstie did and that they got Kirstie here, she really did do the donor proud she was non-stop in her goal to get people to be organ donors enjoyed life to the full and finally she had a bond with them one that I know played on her mind. She didnt want to let these lungs go they gave her so much she had so much respect for what they gave her.
I was also thinking about the current donor praying that they didn't have to suffer and thinking about the pain there family must be in I really have no idea how they are dealing with such a tragedy. I was in pieces after Wednesday and I still had Kirstie in my arms for a few more weeks. I'm so sorry for their loss and all I can do is promise you Kirstie will give these lungs the same respect and love she gave to the last. And thank you everyday for the great gift that they have given, we will also never forgot the last ones also thanking them everyday as without them she would quite simply not be here. Thankyou
22:30
So here I am now putting all this down after spending 10mins with Kirstie this evening, she was sedated and will not be woken until tomorrow and we have been told the op went well.
it was a long day of waiting checking the time and trying to answer messages texts and calls that were coming through. I didn't realise how many people follow her and the amount of messages she gets daily I know she try's to talk to everyone as she well loves to talk to people and hear there journeys and help people through there tough times whether it be patients going through tough times or family's watching loved ones struggle she always does what she can to help and she always gets upset when she can't.
I have so much respect for what she does and how she battles she has honestly changed my life for the better. It makes you realise the important things in life and makes you wonder what others do and some people's lack of respect for life.
So that's it all up to date any questions just ask and I will try to answer until Kirstie's back up and running then she can have this back not really my thing but I have been told I have to do this or I would get a slap. Trust me she isn't afraid to hit me given the chance.
Thankyou again to the donors and their family's as without I wouldn't be doing this right now. I will never go a day without thinking about you and thanking you everyday for your gift not just to Kirstie but to me and the rest of Kirstie's family and friends we are all very very grateful
Xxxxxxx
Stu
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Well I'll start from Friday morning as Kirstie has already covered Wednesday and Thursday so mine should be a happier blog with less tears ( except for my dad.)
Started off as a normal day really nothing to strange from the last few days wake up go pee, drink, talk, watch TV and play on iPads and phones.
Visitors of the day were me(Stu) Kirstie's mum, Chris,Caz,Luke and Logan (Kirstie's brother and his little family) and also Lee (Kirstie's older brother).
20:40fri
After that not alot when everyone left me and Kirstie just chilled out on her bed watching TV, when we had a knock on the door to which a face appeared. I hadn't seen this face for two years so just thought he was working tonight and he just wanted to pop in and say hello. I didn't even registrar that it was Rob ( TRANSPLANT CO-ORDINATOR) so I just said "hello" he must of thought "twat". Which I was, he then went on and said its very early but we may have some lungs for you. I got up and started walking around the room in complete shock looking into my wife's eyes and knowing that we were both thinking ' already! That's crazy we only sorted this yesterday and now we are here' all I wanted to do was hug the guy as all he does is bring me good news ( he was the one who said it was ago last time ) be went over it was very very early and there are still tests and obstacles to get through first.
Once Rob left we just looked and said ' ok let's do this' we took the phones out and called the parents we decided it was far to soon to let everyone know as we were so far off. Kirstie then had to go on bi-pap as breathing became difficult because of the situation and she was struggling her mum came over later in the night as she couldn't sleep and waited with us for any updates on what's happening she was worried about Kirstie as she was visibly struggling and in the early hours we had to get more pain relief so she could get some sleep.
7:00sat
Rob came back and said everything was looking good even our biggest worry which was the anti-bodies, remember Kirstie's were at 80% which really put the odds against her. There was just the final checks and it would be all go. More phone calls to family letting a few more people know as we were getting close.
8:30sat
Ok it's ago 'your going down at 9:15' this was it phones out iPads going Kirstie wanted people to know she couldn't keep it bottled up any longer it was happening and we didn't have long. Kirstie got worse during this time her breathing was awful and it was defiantly time to do this. I guess for her this was her first time waiting going through the stages and waiting to go down as last time she was on ECMO and didn't have a clue. I was so happy for her this could give us more time together to complete her goals and fulfil her dreams.
9:15sat
We start the walk down to theatre we get there take a few photos say good luck give Kirstie a kiss then let them take her through.
That's it my mind now thinks about her previous donor and there family and the two years they gave to Kirstie and what she did in that time you all know so I won't go into detail, Im just praying that they know what Kirstie did and that they got Kirstie here, she really did do the donor proud she was non-stop in her goal to get people to be organ donors enjoyed life to the full and finally she had a bond with them one that I know played on her mind. She didnt want to let these lungs go they gave her so much she had so much respect for what they gave her.
I was also thinking about the current donor praying that they didn't have to suffer and thinking about the pain there family must be in I really have no idea how they are dealing with such a tragedy. I was in pieces after Wednesday and I still had Kirstie in my arms for a few more weeks. I'm so sorry for their loss and all I can do is promise you Kirstie will give these lungs the same respect and love she gave to the last. And thank you everyday for the great gift that they have given, we will also never forgot the last ones also thanking them everyday as without them she would quite simply not be here. Thankyou
22:30
So here I am now putting all this down after spending 10mins with Kirstie this evening, she was sedated and will not be woken until tomorrow and we have been told the op went well.
it was a long day of waiting checking the time and trying to answer messages texts and calls that were coming through. I didn't realise how many people follow her and the amount of messages she gets daily I know she try's to talk to everyone as she well loves to talk to people and hear there journeys and help people through there tough times whether it be patients going through tough times or family's watching loved ones struggle she always does what she can to help and she always gets upset when she can't.
I have so much respect for what she does and how she battles she has honestly changed my life for the better. It makes you realise the important things in life and makes you wonder what others do and some people's lack of respect for life.
So that's it all up to date any questions just ask and I will try to answer until Kirstie's back up and running then she can have this back not really my thing but I have been told I have to do this or I would get a slap. Trust me she isn't afraid to hit me given the chance.
Thankyou again to the donors and their family's as without I wouldn't be doing this right now. I will never go a day without thinking about you and thanking you everyday for your gift not just to Kirstie but to me and the rest of Kirstie's family and friends we are all very very grateful
Xxxxxxx
Stu
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Location:Harefield
Thursday, 8 August 2013
'We can't relist you'
So yesterday me, stu and my mum sat while my dr, nonnie told us that there was no way I was going to be put on the transplant list and that they were arranging palliative care. I had only a few weeks left to live. We were devastated, my mum and stu were in tears and I was just shocked. This was based on my reflux test still coming back positive. We rung loved ones in tears and watched as our world fell to pieces.
Today we had another test, this time the team came and told us that the test had come back ok and although i still had reflux, they were willing to put me back on the list and would be able to do a emergency op afterwards to sort out any reflux but I would have to be peg fed to stop any reflux damaging my new lungs. I still only have a few weeks window for transplant as I'm so ill and unfortunately I have extremely high anti bodies of 80% meaning the likely hood in getting a match is very slim and there is no way they can bridge me on ecmo this time. So once we miss the boat it is truly missed and there's no more tricks up our sleeves.
This means palliative care is still very important but we have a chance, a small window of hope. They repeatedly said if anyone can do it I can! Please keep praying for me and hoping that this small window is all we need. We have had some desperate and devastating times in the last 24hrs. I am now using bipap when needed and unable to walk anywhere. Just to visualise how far we are into the rabbit hole already.
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Today we had another test, this time the team came and told us that the test had come back ok and although i still had reflux, they were willing to put me back on the list and would be able to do a emergency op afterwards to sort out any reflux but I would have to be peg fed to stop any reflux damaging my new lungs. I still only have a few weeks window for transplant as I'm so ill and unfortunately I have extremely high anti bodies of 80% meaning the likely hood in getting a match is very slim and there is no way they can bridge me on ecmo this time. So once we miss the boat it is truly missed and there's no more tricks up our sleeves.
This means palliative care is still very important but we have a chance, a small window of hope. They repeatedly said if anyone can do it I can! Please keep praying for me and hoping that this small window is all we need. We have had some desperate and devastating times in the last 24hrs. I am now using bipap when needed and unable to walk anywhere. Just to visualise how far we are into the rabbit hole already.
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