Day 73

Wow, it's been 73 days since I received the gift of two lungs.  I feel really good and blessed to have this second chance at life. I had a clinic visit last Monday, which includes blood being drawn and a visit with the Doctor and a breathing test.  All lab results were very good, and Dr. Haddad was pleased with my progress. I received some medications via mail and along with the meds was a lot of information about post transplant. I keep reading to expect a rejection within the first year. Now, that gets the mind wondering what to expect, like what will be the symptoms? I sometimes wake up at night with a pain in my chest or excess congestion. I used to not worry about it but since the transplant you start asking yourself, is this a sign of something? How bizarre is that.  I don't let it bother me, I haven't gone off the deep end with worry, I just wonder. Went out to Firehouse Subs yesterday for Mother's Day, with Linda and her Mom, Agnes. I haven't eaten in a restaurant since before the transplant. I guess this is progress. I can't wait for the day that all of these things I used to take for granted aren't such a big deal. It's been really hot and humid here, so I haven't really wanted to get out much. I'm getting cabin fever.I think I'll post a more recent photo of myself to let you know I am getting healthy and gaining weight. The last picture looks like I already died. Not that I ever took a good photo anyway.  They never did call me pretty-boy. Life is good with me. I am able to control the mood swings, so Linda's life has got to be better. Today's lesson: call an old friend and catch up. See ya!