Sometimes I Forget That I’m Still a CF Patient
I had a routine checkup with my vascular surgeon last week. As I was pulling into the parking garage, it struck me that it had been a while since I’d been to the hospital. The realization brought me to tears. A life of planned routine medical appointments wasn’t always my story, but how incredible that it is my story now.
Since my double-lung transplant four years ago, I don’t think about living with cystic fibrosis (CF), or about being sick every day. I go about my routine as if I’m “normal.” I go to work and focus on how to counsel my students. I have outdoor adventures with my friends and laugh a lot. I run and play with my nephews, and we have a blast together.
My life wasn’t always this easygoing. When I was dealing with end-stage lung disease, everything I did was calculated. I had to think about what I was going to do each day so that I could divvy up my energy accordingly. My breathlessness took a lot out of me — I wasn’t able to work, spend time outdoors with friends, or run around with my nephews. I had to sit on the sidelines tethered to an oxygen tank. Sometimes my day’s biggest accomplishment was breathing. And even that was a huge feat.
It’s painful now to think about how restricted my life was. I wasn’t even aware of just how limited it was until I discovered new freedoms after my double-lung transplant. My life was still so rich and meaningful before my transplant, but I had no idea how excruciatingly hard it was — because “hard” was all I knew.
I used to go to the hospital a few times each week, and I had multiple doctors’ appointments, blood draws, and breathing tests. The hospital felt like a second home to me. This was especially true during the two years leading up to my transplant. As CF ravaged my lungs, I was in the hospital more than I was at my house.
The hospital was a comfort to me. I felt safe there because I was being monitored while I was inpatient. I live alone, so when my breathing wasn’t good, it was scary to fall asleep at home. Strangely, I was comforted by the thought that right outside my hospital door there were medical staff that checked on me frequently. It became a security blanket for me.
It’s so interesting how the passing seasons of our lives can change our feelings. As I walked into the hospital for my appointment last week, I was surprised to realize that I no longer associated it with comfort. It felt almost foreign to me, like a place I knew well in another life, but now only vaguely remember.
I am still living with CF
Although my relationship with the hospital has changed, it will always be a part of my story. I still have health struggles. I won’t ever be completely problem-free. The flip side of the transplant life is dealing with the side effects of medication, and monitoring my health for organ damage and rejection. Plus, I am still living with CF, which affects other parts of my body.
My medical needs are still managed by several doctors. I swear, I might have one for every discipline there is! Just about every part of my body needs a doctor. The exciting difference between my old life and now is that most of my doctors’ appointments are now routine checkups. I don’t live with regularly occurring emergent or imminent health needs. It’s such a drastic difference.
Sometimes it’s nice to imagine never being a patient again. Hey, a girl can dream. But today, I’m celebrating that sometimes I feel so good that I forget I am a patient. And that means I’m healthy enough to live my life without thinking about the next thing I have to do for my health. That is a pretty sweet gift.
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