Decisions

After receiving disheartening news in December, I posted the news on Facebook.
It seemed ironic that I normally go to my clinic visits feeling uncertain, only to hear how well I'm doing.  This time I was feeling great, and got a less than favorable prognosis.

Lung transplant dropped the chronic rejection bomb, while I discovered  my paperwork also showed stage 2 kidney disease from kidney transplant.

After posting my thoughts on FB,  I got many responses.  Most encouraging my determination to do this on my terms.
However, I think one read it incorrectly.  tge response was "I've been in stage 3 for years".  Replying about a lung transplant
It was stage 2 kidney disease,  scary in itself being a kidney recipient.

However a first time lung transplant has the possibility of being relisted.  Me,  having had 2 already my chance  is next to nil for another.
I'm not being nit picky,  merely to set the record straight.  I remember my years of chronic rejection, and the fast downward spiral.  I have no wish to go there again,  though I knew it would one day happen  I don't miss the nose wedgies and bloody noses from oxygen.  My wheelchair has been in solitary confinement gathering dust .I have no desire to grant it visitation rights to my derrière.

Mostly, I do not miss the shortness of breath when talking. Being forced to decide between eating and breathing.

Or the realization that my life is slipping away.  It is pure hell having an active mind in a daily weakening body.

Which is why I posted my life on my terms.
I am slowly rebuilding my endurance,  no small feat with a negative reserve of energy. Let alone the breath.

I'm walking more and have taken to my bicycle in the hope of keeping my wheelchair in solitary confinement.