A few more tears today, but that because I was watching that marvelous TV programme 'Titanic, The Mission'. Gosh it's such a fab programme!
This week's episode was about the Titanic's anchor and the team's rebuilding using the same methods as the iron workers originally worked. The programmes team found no statue to commemorate this huge feat of constructional achievement where the factory stood and now the town could actually have this second anchor on show there to eulogize the hard work of the original men's achievement.
Of course the men now wear fireproof clothing and hard hat helmets, where yesterdays workers only protection was a leather apron, leather gloves and a flat cap.
But it was the parade at the end that had me crying. They did an exact replica of the original parade with twenty shire horses pulling the cart and the whole town out to cheer it on, including an old lady of 101 who was there at the first parade. So spine tingly watching it!
I'm off to specialist tomorrow. Not sure what to expect, whether he'll put me forward again for the transplant or what as a lot has happened since my last consult with him. I have to write my list of questions tonight of what I want to ask him, as I always forget something and you don't get very long in there with him. And I mustn't be vain and go in looking better than I feel either.
I laid in the bath this morning just looking at my chest and wondering if I was luckily enough to get a transplant, just how far they cut down etc. Never in a million years when I was growing up did I ever think I would be envisaging that question! It's not that I really want my chest cut open, but it's my only hope now of leading an normal life as my options have run out for me and I want to live very much.
It's a funny old world hey?
Julie bless her, has got the short straw for tomorrow. At least I can cry directly onto her shoulder tomorrow and not down the telephone while sitting in a lay by as after previous consults. I do find these appointments very stressful now. Well what happens happens.
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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