I came, I saw and I conquered! Well in Debbie Burden terms, I went to Broomfield Hopsital, I saw my specialist and I got the green light for my transplant... Hoorah!
If I could run without keeling over, then this would definitely be a running around the football pitch with my t-shirt over my head and arms out like an aeroplane moment!
After I kissed my specialist, half the nurses and the odd person in the waiting room... don't worry I knew them... I went home on cloud nine.
Barbara reckons that Oliver will have to do a remix of 'Smack my bitch up' for his mother only call it 'Stitch my bitch up!' ... I'm liking it!
I have still got a blood test that they missed out for hepatitis, a bone density test as I've been on steroids, but as I haven't had many and not for a long time, that shouldn't be a problem and the dreaded coronary angigram (I've spelt that wrong!) test which he assures me isn't nice, but he is confident that they won't show any problems. So he is now referring me on to Papworth and get this, he reckons between 6 and 12 months and it will be done and he has great faith that I will be as good as new. Which I'm bloody pleased about as he said I only have a 2 year window before it all goes down hill if I don't have the transplant!
I am now so tired as I have been awake since 6.15am, up since 6.45am and running on pure adrenaline. I know for most people it is normal to get up at that ungodly time, but I have never been one of them and I have no intention of starting either, but today was my red letter day.
Whether I sleep very well tonight I don't know.
Last night I had a very troubled nights sleep where in my dreams I was looking for something and by the state of my bed this morning, it looked like I had been fighting with my quilt too!
So I've had a brandy to help and I'll now say goodnight and say HOORAH one last time!
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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