The Transplant Battle Hasn’t Gone Away

I must keep reminding myself this is my third transplant including my 3rd heart. Many years has passed by since the first, yes 1988 was quite the chunk of time ago. Nowadays I find myself feeling a bit slower, more aches throughout the day but my mind doesn’t quite see things that way. While it’s true there has been way too many meds and a gigantic amount of surgeries, I refuse to accept the idea of giving into the hum-drums of sympathy of feeling sorry for myself. Truthfully as I signed into the plan of doing my best with each and every transplant, I will always look forward to the better tomorrow. It’s kind of like me versus my own body. Well maybe better said, “with Gods help it’s me given the chance to another day”.

I see how true sickness comes to one of two endings, we survive or we don’t. While this sounds kinda cold it still goes one way or the other but here’s the point. We have to give everything to survive! Fight, cry, push forward and latch onto our hope! My hope is first in Jesus then Renee and followed by the medical system, wow I feel like I cannot lose.

As of today I am doing incredibly well, not one organ has fallen to the floor nor have I been approved for the brain transplant. Yea, that’s my idea of a joke ; )

My “real” battle line is water retention mainly in my legs, yep I don’t look right slugging around in tree trunks. The transplant team has arranged immunosuppressants only to rearrange once again along with trying totally different types. Switching meds sounds easy but alas, everything has side affects. Sometimes there’s nothing while others works me over with massive aches in my vertebrae from neck to tailbone. Oh the body kinda gets used to it, I try but sometimes I fall short.

Again, is it worth it all? What choice do I have but to laugh and enjoy what blessings Ive been given.