This year's Great Strides walk was a huge success!!
Although I was still recovering from a bronch only 3 days before and I was feeling pretty darned sick with kidney/liver issues, I still managed to make it to the walk. I didn't walk this year, but stayed back with my mom and a fellow CFer friend of mine and waited for my team to walk for me. The Iron lungs raised around $3,500 this year that is going directly toward research for a cure for this awful disease! A big THANK YOU to all who donated and/or walked this year! Here is a link to my Picasa album of all the pictures we took at the walk!
Great Strides 2013 Photos
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Life happens in between blog posts
Howdy! I can just imagine your eyes have bugged out in complete SHOCK to see that I have posted an update to my blog. Please blink a few times and continue reading...
6 months since my last update... Wow!
First off, I have to tell the world that I am in LOVE with our new home! I'm still in shock every time I wake up in this beautiful home. Being a homeowner had always been a dream, but I had no idea I would love it this much! The flowers that I planted in January are now starting to bloom and have made our home even more beautiful. I walk around outside just about every day to admire the blooming flowers that I planted or that the previous owner had planted and are just now showing their beauty. Once we got the essential living things unpacked, organized, and decorated, we kind of stopped cold with painting and doing all the things we had planned on doing once we moved in. It's just so nice to be able to relax in your own home and not be rushed to paint the spare bathroom, ya know?!? Another huge plus to our move is that we have made some amazing friends that just so happen to be neighbors. These two couples are so caring and generous that there have been a few times where after a bronch or when I'm just not feeling well, these couples would bring over a home cooked dinner for Benito and I. At one dinner, the couple went as far as bringing paper plates and plastic cups so we wouldn't even have to worry about clean-up afterward. We feel so blessed to have found such amazing people to call friends.
The last time I updated I had talked to my doctor about planning on getting things in order for when the need to be re-listed for transplant came to a head. Since then I have been on a roller coaster of whether or not the drop in lung function is due to chronic rejection coming back or my stenosis causing more problems than usual. Just this last Monday I had CF clinic and blew a 36% fev1 with my PFTs! So we came to the exciting conclusion that my 10% drop in lung function is purely because the stenosis gets SO closed up (literally pin sized). What a relief it was to see my PFTs back up to my previous baseline! So now as far as retransplant goes, I'm in no rush to get re-evaluated and put back on the list for a second transplant. We still need to be hyper aware of any changes, so if/when the times comes where I need to be listed quickly, I'll be ready. In the meantime, the ongoing issues with the stenosis is my main struggle. I have already had 4 bronchs this year to open up my airway and it seems that each time I go in to have it opened, it's closed off even more than the time before. I wish there was a long term solution to the problem, but for now the only thing we can do is continue to go have the airway lasered open once I feel like it's gotten too narrow.
Now, on to the latest news that I wanted to share:
A week ago I had my annual dermatology appointment where they check me head to toe for anything suspicious that could potentially turn into skin cancer. Being on the immunosuppressive drugs for 8 1/2 years now, plus the 15 months of photopheresis treatments I did has made me much more prone to cancers, especially skin cancers, so I have to be very aware of any changes in my skin. I have had about 6 or 7 pre-cancerous spots frozen off, but nothing serious has ever come up. During the visit last week I told the dermatologist that the spot they have previously frozen 3 times just comes right back every time, so she took a biopsy of it just to be on the safe side. Five days after the biopsy I got a call from the dermatologist herself saying that the biopsy tested positive for squamous cell carcinoma, the second most common forms of skin cancer. She gave me two choices, I could: A) have the skin surrounding the carcinoma cut away, then stitched up to close the large opening. This will most likely cause a large scar and because of the stitches, has a larger potential of infection. Or, I could: B) do a scrape and burn procedure where they would scrape scrape scrape, then burn the site with a 1,200* cauterizing tool, and repeat these steps over and over with the last round of scrapes being sent to pathology to make sure it was cancer cell free. I couldn't care less about the scar, but the increased risk of infection with stitches made me choose the scrape and burn method. I have the removal scheduled for next Friday, April 19th. My father and his wife had a little girl that was diagnosed with cancer at 1 year and later passed away at 5 years old, so the big C word is terrifying in my family. I made sure to try and break the news of this skin cancer gently to my family before making it public, so I could explain the best I could about the risks and treatments before they could think the worse. I'm very optimistic that I won't have to worry about this specific spot again after the removal next week. I will however be much more aware of any spots that come up and will insist that my dermatologist biopsy anything that continues to come back after two freezings.
Lastly, the most exciting news to share is that since my last update I celebrated a very important birthday... I turned 30!! Growing up with this nasty disease and watching so many of my friends pass away because of it, I never imagined I would still be here to see 30 years old, but here I am!! Happier now than I ever have been, too! :)
Here's to another 30 years!!!
Here are a few photos of the skin cancer on my arm. Everyone needs to be super diligent with their sunscreen when they are out and about! The majority of my spots I get are on my forearms and hands and I can only imagine it's because that's where I'm most exposed while driving. I'm going to be much better about applying sunscreen before driving!
Before I end this update, I want to add that I'm very excited to be leading a team at the Great Strides walk for the third time on May 18th. If you're interested in joining my team, or donating toward my walk then PLEASE visit my Great Strides page! You can find my page by clicking on the Great Strides banner link on the upper right hand side of my blog. Thank you!!
6 months since my last update... Wow!
First off, I have to tell the world that I am in LOVE with our new home! I'm still in shock every time I wake up in this beautiful home. Being a homeowner had always been a dream, but I had no idea I would love it this much! The flowers that I planted in January are now starting to bloom and have made our home even more beautiful. I walk around outside just about every day to admire the blooming flowers that I planted or that the previous owner had planted and are just now showing their beauty. Once we got the essential living things unpacked, organized, and decorated, we kind of stopped cold with painting and doing all the things we had planned on doing once we moved in. It's just so nice to be able to relax in your own home and not be rushed to paint the spare bathroom, ya know?!? Another huge plus to our move is that we have made some amazing friends that just so happen to be neighbors. These two couples are so caring and generous that there have been a few times where after a bronch or when I'm just not feeling well, these couples would bring over a home cooked dinner for Benito and I. At one dinner, the couple went as far as bringing paper plates and plastic cups so we wouldn't even have to worry about clean-up afterward. We feel so blessed to have found such amazing people to call friends.
The last time I updated I had talked to my doctor about planning on getting things in order for when the need to be re-listed for transplant came to a head. Since then I have been on a roller coaster of whether or not the drop in lung function is due to chronic rejection coming back or my stenosis causing more problems than usual. Just this last Monday I had CF clinic and blew a 36% fev1 with my PFTs! So we came to the exciting conclusion that my 10% drop in lung function is purely because the stenosis gets SO closed up (literally pin sized). What a relief it was to see my PFTs back up to my previous baseline! So now as far as retransplant goes, I'm in no rush to get re-evaluated and put back on the list for a second transplant. We still need to be hyper aware of any changes, so if/when the times comes where I need to be listed quickly, I'll be ready. In the meantime, the ongoing issues with the stenosis is my main struggle. I have already had 4 bronchs this year to open up my airway and it seems that each time I go in to have it opened, it's closed off even more than the time before. I wish there was a long term solution to the problem, but for now the only thing we can do is continue to go have the airway lasered open once I feel like it's gotten too narrow.
Now, on to the latest news that I wanted to share:
A week ago I had my annual dermatology appointment where they check me head to toe for anything suspicious that could potentially turn into skin cancer. Being on the immunosuppressive drugs for 8 1/2 years now, plus the 15 months of photopheresis treatments I did has made me much more prone to cancers, especially skin cancers, so I have to be very aware of any changes in my skin. I have had about 6 or 7 pre-cancerous spots frozen off, but nothing serious has ever come up. During the visit last week I told the dermatologist that the spot they have previously frozen 3 times just comes right back every time, so she took a biopsy of it just to be on the safe side. Five days after the biopsy I got a call from the dermatologist herself saying that the biopsy tested positive for squamous cell carcinoma, the second most common forms of skin cancer. She gave me two choices, I could: A) have the skin surrounding the carcinoma cut away, then stitched up to close the large opening. This will most likely cause a large scar and because of the stitches, has a larger potential of infection. Or, I could: B) do a scrape and burn procedure where they would scrape scrape scrape, then burn the site with a 1,200* cauterizing tool, and repeat these steps over and over with the last round of scrapes being sent to pathology to make sure it was cancer cell free. I couldn't care less about the scar, but the increased risk of infection with stitches made me choose the scrape and burn method. I have the removal scheduled for next Friday, April 19th. My father and his wife had a little girl that was diagnosed with cancer at 1 year and later passed away at 5 years old, so the big C word is terrifying in my family. I made sure to try and break the news of this skin cancer gently to my family before making it public, so I could explain the best I could about the risks and treatments before they could think the worse. I'm very optimistic that I won't have to worry about this specific spot again after the removal next week. I will however be much more aware of any spots that come up and will insist that my dermatologist biopsy anything that continues to come back after two freezings.
Lastly, the most exciting news to share is that since my last update I celebrated a very important birthday... I turned 30!! Growing up with this nasty disease and watching so many of my friends pass away because of it, I never imagined I would still be here to see 30 years old, but here I am!! Happier now than I ever have been, too! :)
Here's to another 30 years!!!
Here are a few photos of the skin cancer on my arm. Everyone needs to be super diligent with their sunscreen when they are out and about! The majority of my spots I get are on my forearms and hands and I can only imagine it's because that's where I'm most exposed while driving. I'm going to be much better about applying sunscreen before driving!
Picture 1) pre-biopsy
Picture 2) five days post biopsy. My dermatologist thinks that it's healing so much slower than even my norm because the cancer cells won't allow it. Hopefully once they remove ALL the cancer cells it will heal quickly.
Before I end this update, I want to add that I'm very excited to be leading a team at the Great Strides walk for the third time on May 18th. If you're interested in joining my team, or donating toward my walk then PLEASE visit my Great Strides page! You can find my page by clicking on the Great Strides banner link on the upper right hand side of my blog. Thank you!!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Reposting: My Story
I wrote this the night before my 2nd Transplant anniversary. 6 years later I thought I'd share it again... It brings back so much emotions and memories every time I re-read this...
At this very moment 2 years ago I was in my mother's car being driven at what felt like warp speed to a hospital three hours away where I was supposed to be given my second chance at life. I'd hugged and said goodbye to my best friend for possibly the last time. Called my sister and told her I loved her and her kids and even had a small panic attack while trying to calm the rest of my family by telling them it's all going to be alright (even though I was so uncertain with my own words).
I'd prayed for this day to come for a year. Each day learning everything I could about transplant and the life I could have with new lungs. I wanted to know what it was like to breathe. To not wake up every single morning unable to stand up because I was so short of breath from a coughing fit. What was it like to sleep with One pillow instead of six? To not revolve my day around breathing treatments and little windows where I felt good enough to get a quick shower, or fix myself a quick snack. Oh to not be so dependent on others to take care of me!! The possabilities I had for what looked like more of a future than I'd ever dreamed of. I had so much plans for myself and couldn't wait to get started!
So, while watching television (Everybody Loves Raymond to be exact) on a Friday night I received a phone call on my cell from an "unknown" caller. I quickly answered it and on the other line was a man's voice (which soon after this point became my hero) telling me calmly that he had a set of beautiful lungs for me if I was interested. I had to have him repeat it.. All of a sudden my ears started to ring and I couldn't understand the words being spoken to me. After he repeated himself he asked if I was interested. Was I interested? It's too soon. I'm not ready... But the only thing that came out of my mouth was YES. He gave me instructions where I needed to be, and to be there by 1am to be checked in. I got his pager number, his cell phone number and another number to his office. If I needed to call for ANYTHING, I had a way to find him.. My surgeon; My hero.
I got to the hospital by 12:30am, checked in and into my new room to wait by 12:45am. Everything happened so quickly after that with the pre op tests, questions and the wardrobe change. After all that was done it was time to wait.. Boy did we wait. Every hour or so the nurse would come in and tell me and my family that it shouldn't be much longer until the OR is ready for me.. Finally at 8am Saturday, September 25th I was being wheeled into the O.R. I told my family one last time I loved them and with a smile on my face and my heart beating almost out of my chest I said goodbye to them quietly, without them knowing.
I woke up the next day in the ICU with my dad looking over me. His first response was yelling to whomever else was in the room that I was awake. By that evening my ICU nurses already had me sitting on the edge of the bed. The next day I was in a chair and from then on I was either in the chair or walking the halls unless it was bedtime and only then was I allowed in my bed. I definitely had a love/hate relationship with those nurses, but in all honesty I couldn't have asked for better angels looking out for me. After a few complications and 12 days after my surgery I was ready to be discharged and move into what would be my new home by the beach for the next 6 1/2 weeks.
I was so homesick while living in that hotel. There isn't words to discribe just how much I wanted my own bed and my friends to visit with, but somehow time passed and on the night before Thanksgiving I was packed up and on my way home with my mom. With the car packed as tight as it could possibly be I asked my mom to stop by my best friend's house before going home. I called her from my cell and told her how much I missed her and wished I could be home to spend Thanksgiving with them. Meanwhile I was walking up her doorstep without her knowing. I rang the doorbell and on the phone I told her "ding dong". Her father answered the door and he and I just grinned at each other... She was in her room squeeling with every bit of happiness that could come from her tiny body! She ran out and gave me a huge hug. Oh what a wonderful feeling to be home! To have my people around me again.. Surely all of this crap I'd gone through had been worth it if I get to have a little extra borrowed time to spend with the people I love. I will never forget what my friend sent as a text message to me that very night before I'd gone to bed.. "You brought the holidays back with you" That love is what I fought so hard to keep, what I still fight so hard for.
So, two years later and I feel amazing. I'm not feeling perfect, but I can't expect that. I wouldn't be here right now writing this if I hadn't had the opportunity to be given two new beautiful lungs from the donor who gave one last time to a complete stranger. I spend each of my anniversaries both thrilled to still be here, but also grieving for the loss of this wonderful person who saved my life. I hope to someday get a chance to meet the family of my donor and tell them how much their child/husband/wife means to me and not a day goes by where I don't thank them for this second chance.
I do not know why I wrote this blog, but I've felt the overwhelming need to talk to my donor and obviously I can't. I figured instead I could tell my story a little and possibly get others to consider talking to their families about becoming donors. I have a dear dear friend who is waiting for his transplant, but there are just not enough people who make it known they are donors, so too many life saving organs are not used to help people like my friend. If you want to be a donor, tell your family and go to http://www.donatelife.net/http://www.donatelife.net/">http://www.donatelife.net/
> and find out how to sign up on the national organ donor registry. It doesn't work if you just put that pink dot on your drivers license, your family members can over-ride that.
Thank you for reading my story and I apologize for it being so long. Oh, and yes, I sleep with One pillow now = )
At this very moment 2 years ago I was in my mother's car being driven at what felt like warp speed to a hospital three hours away where I was supposed to be given my second chance at life. I'd hugged and said goodbye to my best friend for possibly the last time. Called my sister and told her I loved her and her kids and even had a small panic attack while trying to calm the rest of my family by telling them it's all going to be alright (even though I was so uncertain with my own words).
I'd prayed for this day to come for a year. Each day learning everything I could about transplant and the life I could have with new lungs. I wanted to know what it was like to breathe. To not wake up every single morning unable to stand up because I was so short of breath from a coughing fit. What was it like to sleep with One pillow instead of six? To not revolve my day around breathing treatments and little windows where I felt good enough to get a quick shower, or fix myself a quick snack. Oh to not be so dependent on others to take care of me!! The possabilities I had for what looked like more of a future than I'd ever dreamed of. I had so much plans for myself and couldn't wait to get started!
So, while watching television (Everybody Loves Raymond to be exact) on a Friday night I received a phone call on my cell from an "unknown" caller. I quickly answered it and on the other line was a man's voice (which soon after this point became my hero) telling me calmly that he had a set of beautiful lungs for me if I was interested. I had to have him repeat it.. All of a sudden my ears started to ring and I couldn't understand the words being spoken to me. After he repeated himself he asked if I was interested. Was I interested? It's too soon. I'm not ready... But the only thing that came out of my mouth was YES. He gave me instructions where I needed to be, and to be there by 1am to be checked in. I got his pager number, his cell phone number and another number to his office. If I needed to call for ANYTHING, I had a way to find him.. My surgeon; My hero.
I got to the hospital by 12:30am, checked in and into my new room to wait by 12:45am. Everything happened so quickly after that with the pre op tests, questions and the wardrobe change. After all that was done it was time to wait.. Boy did we wait. Every hour or so the nurse would come in and tell me and my family that it shouldn't be much longer until the OR is ready for me.. Finally at 8am Saturday, September 25th I was being wheeled into the O.R. I told my family one last time I loved them and with a smile on my face and my heart beating almost out of my chest I said goodbye to them quietly, without them knowing.
I woke up the next day in the ICU with my dad looking over me. His first response was yelling to whomever else was in the room that I was awake. By that evening my ICU nurses already had me sitting on the edge of the bed. The next day I was in a chair and from then on I was either in the chair or walking the halls unless it was bedtime and only then was I allowed in my bed. I definitely had a love/hate relationship with those nurses, but in all honesty I couldn't have asked for better angels looking out for me. After a few complications and 12 days after my surgery I was ready to be discharged and move into what would be my new home by the beach for the next 6 1/2 weeks.
I was so homesick while living in that hotel. There isn't words to discribe just how much I wanted my own bed and my friends to visit with, but somehow time passed and on the night before Thanksgiving I was packed up and on my way home with my mom. With the car packed as tight as it could possibly be I asked my mom to stop by my best friend's house before going home. I called her from my cell and told her how much I missed her and wished I could be home to spend Thanksgiving with them. Meanwhile I was walking up her doorstep without her knowing. I rang the doorbell and on the phone I told her "ding dong". Her father answered the door and he and I just grinned at each other... She was in her room squeeling with every bit of happiness that could come from her tiny body! She ran out and gave me a huge hug. Oh what a wonderful feeling to be home! To have my people around me again.. Surely all of this crap I'd gone through had been worth it if I get to have a little extra borrowed time to spend with the people I love. I will never forget what my friend sent as a text message to me that very night before I'd gone to bed.. "You brought the holidays back with you" That love is what I fought so hard to keep, what I still fight so hard for.
So, two years later and I feel amazing. I'm not feeling perfect, but I can't expect that. I wouldn't be here right now writing this if I hadn't had the opportunity to be given two new beautiful lungs from the donor who gave one last time to a complete stranger. I spend each of my anniversaries both thrilled to still be here, but also grieving for the loss of this wonderful person who saved my life. I hope to someday get a chance to meet the family of my donor and tell them how much their child/husband/wife means to me and not a day goes by where I don't thank them for this second chance.
I do not know why I wrote this blog, but I've felt the overwhelming need to talk to my donor and obviously I can't. I figured instead I could tell my story a little and possibly get others to consider talking to their families about becoming donors. I have a dear dear friend who is waiting for his transplant, but there are just not enough people who make it known they are donors, so too many life saving organs are not used to help people like my friend. If you want to be a donor, tell your family and go to http://www.donatelife.net/http://www.donatelife.net/">http://www.donatelife.net/
> and find out how to sign up on the national organ donor registry. It doesn't work if you just put that pink dot on your drivers license, your family members can over-ride that.
Thank you for reading my story and I apologize for it being so long. Oh, and yes, I sleep with One pillow now = )
Happy 8th Breathday to me!
This time 8 years ago I was on my way to San Francisco to undergo a life changing [and do I even have to add "saving"?] transplant. I can't believe it's been 8 years!
I have been reminded lately by quite a few people that I'm a lucky woman... Not too many people have been given a second chance to live like I have. One person in fact actually went as far as to say "8 years is a good run, you should be happy with that", as if I should just be content with the 8 years I've been given and not wish for more. Of course I want more! It's the want for more, the need to keep living that's kept me alive this long and I don't plan on being "happy" with anything less than a full and Long life. I deserve that as much as the next guy, right?
So I had CF clinic today and my doctor talked a little about retransplant. My PFTs were down to 26% a month ago and after 2 bronchs I'm only up to 29%, so he's thinking that I'm not just dealing with the stenosis anymore... He's suspecting that I'm in a slow rejection and it's time to start revamping my "resume" for transplant. What I mean by that is that I need to do all I can to make a transplant center WANT to transplant me. Yes, I'm a very compliant patient already, so no worries there. We need to start babying my kidneys, be one step ahead of any possible skin cancers, etc. Basically I need to make sure everything is as healthy as I can get it so a transplant center won't be worried about the rest of my body having problems after another transplant.
On to better news, shall we?
It's been a little over 4 weeks since we got the keys to our new house! We have been extremely busy every day unpacking, painting, organizing, cleaning, etc. We said goodbye to lazy weekends when we got our offer accepted and haven't had a single lazy weekend since! We're excited to be throwing our first little get-together in our new home this coming weekend. It's going to be a small shindig to celebrate our housewarming, Benito's belated birthday (we didn't have time to do much celebrating with the move), and my Breathday (transplant anniversary). We still have so much to do before we're ready for people to see the house, but hopefully we get it all done before the weekend and with time to spare!
I think that's about it for now. I'm sorry I don't update my blog too often, but I'm sure you can understand why ;)
I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the beginning of a beautiful autumn!
I have been reminded lately by quite a few people that I'm a lucky woman... Not too many people have been given a second chance to live like I have. One person in fact actually went as far as to say "8 years is a good run, you should be happy with that", as if I should just be content with the 8 years I've been given and not wish for more. Of course I want more! It's the want for more, the need to keep living that's kept me alive this long and I don't plan on being "happy" with anything less than a full and Long life. I deserve that as much as the next guy, right?
So I had CF clinic today and my doctor talked a little about retransplant. My PFTs were down to 26% a month ago and after 2 bronchs I'm only up to 29%, so he's thinking that I'm not just dealing with the stenosis anymore... He's suspecting that I'm in a slow rejection and it's time to start revamping my "resume" for transplant. What I mean by that is that I need to do all I can to make a transplant center WANT to transplant me. Yes, I'm a very compliant patient already, so no worries there. We need to start babying my kidneys, be one step ahead of any possible skin cancers, etc. Basically I need to make sure everything is as healthy as I can get it so a transplant center won't be worried about the rest of my body having problems after another transplant.
On to better news, shall we?
It's been a little over 4 weeks since we got the keys to our new house! We have been extremely busy every day unpacking, painting, organizing, cleaning, etc. We said goodbye to lazy weekends when we got our offer accepted and haven't had a single lazy weekend since! We're excited to be throwing our first little get-together in our new home this coming weekend. It's going to be a small shindig to celebrate our housewarming, Benito's belated birthday (we didn't have time to do much celebrating with the move), and my Breathday (transplant anniversary). We still have so much to do before we're ready for people to see the house, but hopefully we get it all done before the weekend and with time to spare!
I think that's about it for now. I'm sorry I don't update my blog too often, but I'm sure you can understand why ;)
I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the beginning of a beautiful autumn!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Whoa! August 1st already?!?
I've come out of my cave! I'm so sorry I haven't written an update in 4 months. I hope you can forgive me!
Let's see...
Since I've last posted, I've been keeping pretty busy and have definitely had my ups and downs with my health. On May 19th I got to lead a team at the Sacramento Great Strides walk! This was my second year leading a team, but this year was so much more fun! For starters I found a wonderful shirt printing business locally that donated their services to print team shirts for all of The Iron Lungs (our team name). This was the first time I've ever been able to provide shirts for my team, so it was so awesome to see all the people walking around wearing our team logo. We had 28 walkers this year on The Iron Lungs, 15 more than the last time we walked (2 yrs ago). I can't tell you how much it warms my heart to see my friends and family (and Benito's co-workers) gather for such a worthy cause. We had a goal set at $3,000 overall for the team, but we surpassed our goal and raised a whopping $4,070.00 making this our most successful year yet! I'm so grateful for all those on my team and can't wait to do it all over again next spring! (See above photo of MOST of our team! The family of my dear friend Kristina Love (whom passed away last fall) walked with us and made up shirts of their own saying "Love for Leah"!
On July 6th I did my last photopheresis treatment! The protocol is a total of 30 treatments and as of July 6th I'm free of the strict schedule of getting my blood tanned ;) My doctor had mentioned a few months ago the possibility of doing some sort of maintenance schedule once my 30 treatments were up, but he has yet to set that up. I'm so extremely grateful that he was willing to try photopheresis on me when nobody else was willing to treat my rejection. I'm now in "remission" and am happy to see my lung function stable again. To clarify, because I get asked a lot how much lung function I've gained back, once someone has chronic rejection (and especially for how long it went untreated in my case) the damaged tissue is no longer viable. I will not get that lost lung function back, no matter how hard I tried, but what photopheresis DID do was STOP the progression of damage done to my lungs by my immune system. I'm currently stable at 33% lung function (fev1) and 10% small airway function (fef25-75). I really couldn't ask for more of a response from the photo treatments.
Now, what most of you don't know is that Benito and I have been looking since late winter for our first home. Over the course of about 5 months we've seen countless houses and even put offers on 6, yes 6 homes! 5 of those offers were not accepted because of different reasons. We waited as patiently as we could and the right home finally came along. The 6th offer was accepted and we've since been doing all the inspections, paperwork, etc. to get into our first home! Our close of escrow is only 2 weeks away and we really couldn't be more excited. I've had the pleasure of meeting the seller and am even more confident that this is the right home for us now that I see how absolutely sweet this woman is. She's doing everything she can to make sure this home is ready for us to move into by fixing all the necessary issues before we even have to request them to be fixed. What a huge weight off our shoulders to know the home is in the best possible condition before we move into it!
So, the home is 1,299 square foot. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. GREAT covered patio in the backyard that is just begging for us to barbeque under! I just can't wait to move in and make this home OURS. I can't wait to give Roxy (our dog) a backyard to play in! The neighborhood is absolutely wonderful and I even had the opportunity to introduce myself to a few neighbors at a yard sale that was going on the same day I was there for an inspection! I can't wait to have neighbors that I can associate with and even borrow a cup of sugar from when needed ;)
My health is so-so. I'm still having problems with my breathing being too tight and wheezy, and my pain level fluctuates dramatically for no reason I can figure out. I'm just trying to ignore as much of the bad days as I can and focus on the good ones. I've had 3 bronchs since my last update. Although I felt like the brachytherapy treatment that my dr did on me in March made me feel better than I had in a very long time, it did not last as long as my dr had hoped, so he's skeptical to try it again just yet. He mentioned wanting to try and remove the existing stent I have in my right main bronchi that has fallen lower than my stenosis, but he and my CF doctors are hesitant to do that because of the risk of blood loss. That stent has been there for about 4-5 years now and scar tissue has grown all around it, so removing it is now quite a dangerous task that would require the operating room, general anesthesia, and a cardio-thoracic surgeon to perform. I'm not so sure removing the stent and replacing it with another will help my breathing, but I'm curious if it would help my pain because my pain is always in the exact same place, which also happens to be where you can feel the stent "buzzing" when I breathe. I don't think that is as coincidental as my doctors want to believe. I'm pretty sure the pain I feel has a lot to do with the stent and am considering having the stent removed purely for that reason. We'll see though... The possibility of having to have an emergency lobectomy because of tearing during removal scares me enough to really think about how necessary it is.
So that's that. Nothing else really new going on. I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer!!
Hugs & stuff :D
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