I am nearly finished my fifth week of physio. The antibiotics have kicked in this week and I am feeling so much better. Last week was really tough. Plus there was no sympathy- I was still at the gym doing the same routine every morning.
This week I am also feeling better about tx in general. Last week I started experiencing anxiety before bed as I thought about receiving The Call. I was also wired at bedtime, which appears to be a side effect of Cipro. Let's just say that's not a good combo. In comparison, this week I feel more relaxed and comfortable about the idea of surgery and recovery.
I have been feeling like tx is the end of my life as I know it... which is too dramatic, but kind of true. I am going to trade the only life I have ever known for something new. Even though my lungs aren't working well right now, I am sort-of coping and I know what this feels like. Of course, my condition could get worse unexpectedly and I am in no way independent anymore. They don't call it end-stage CF for nothing! The anxiety comes in because post-tx is the unknown, and I don't know what it feels like.
It has really helped me to talk to the post-tx patients in the gym. Although not all of them are lung recipients, their stories are fascinating. Some have had major obstacles and set-backs, and some have had a relatively smooth recovery so far. Their stories and encouragement have meant a lot to me. I have one more week to enjoy their company before the program ends!
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