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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!

Friday, 6 May 2011

I did it!

YES! I am the proud owner of clear arteries, ok lung pressure and a good heart. Well there was ever any doubt that I didn't have the latter, a good heart, but after having the NHS version of dyna rod shoved through my arteries and around my heart chambers, I now have it in black and white and all officially stamped. Oh baby, one step closer to the transplant.

It was a lot less traumatic thankfully then I thought it was going to be, but a lot more bloody especially when putting cannula's in my ever depleting veins and then taking the long tubing out my groin afterwards.
One blood soaked pillow and pair of NHS sheets and one pair of ruined brand new M&S white knickers.
And my worse nightmare, the nurse that was assigned to look after me was lo and behold one of our ex students. Thank goodness I am not still working there, as trying to look at someone after they've had their fingers on your groin looking for a pulse and having to lean on them while they pulled your knickers up, could have been a tad embarrassing when they next came in for an appointment!

All very interesting though watching the wire going through my heart etc on the operating theatre screens. The nurse said I was very laid back through the whole procedure, which I never thought in a million years that I would be and especially when I thought I had wee'd myself halfway through the wire going up to my heart. Luckily it wasn't wee, god knows what it was, but I had kept my dignity, well as much as you can laying on a bed with legs a kimbo and flashing your very bald privates to men who haven't even brought you a drink first!
Why are the doctors for things like this always good looking?????

My friends have been fab looking after me, so thank you girls for all your running about after me. And my son, bless him will never be the same after having to take off my knickers and dispose of the ruined pair.
The last time he saw my crotch that close and personal, he was coming out of it thirty years ago!

I really need a drink (and I guess he does too), but I can't have anything stronger than tea... bummer.
But it's done, so in Buzz Lightyear's immortal words... to infinity and beyond!

Lots of love Debbie x

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