I finally have some GOOD news for a change: The
iron infusions are working!
I got my first iron infusion on Monday November
30th, and a few days later I already had more energy and motivation.
Over the last couple weeks I’ve felt more like myself than I have in MONTHS.
The biggest change I’ve noticed is that I’m cooking again! Since the summer,
I’ve only cooked when I had extra motivation, such as Shabbos or holiday meals.
The rest of the time I just scrounged up whatever was easiest because I couldn’t
be bothered to do anything more. It got to the point where even boiling pasta
was too much, and most of my weekday meals were pre-made garbage. The times
that I forced myself to cook took a LOT of effort, and I was usually pretty
cranky by the time I dragged myself off the couch and into the kitchen.
But then! A few days after my first iron
infusion, on a random weekday, I made tuna casserole for the first time in
months. A couple days later I baked cookies. Last week I decided to make latkes
for the first time ever, and they were so good that I did it twice! And then I
made more cookies! And then I got REALLY ambitious and tried my hand at
homemade donuts!! These tasks that seemed impossible a few weeks ago are
suddenly easy, and I’m not even grumpy about doing them! And whereas before I
spent almost every day laying on the couch, over the last couple weeks I’ve
become a bit more active, and a bit more social, and just overall happier and
more energetic. It’s amazing what a little iron can do!!
The iron infusions haven’t exactly been a
party, however. Fortunately my veins held up to repeated IVs, but it burned a
bit going in and the IV site was pretty sore afterwards. The infusion itself took
an hour and a half, and the whole process took almost 3 hours. And because of
Covid, no one could come into the infusion center and sit with me. After each
infusion I was exhausted, and also had abdominal cramps as a fun side effect. I
got my 3rd and final iron infusion this week, and I’m definitely glad
they’re over! But I’m even more glad that they were actually worth it!!
I still have some medical shenanigans to go
this week, in the form of a follow up appointment with my transplant team, and
an infusion of Reclast to help promote bone growth since my bones have become thin
due to steroid use. But HOPEFULLY after this I’ll FINALLY catch a bit of a
break, and maybe even get a chance to actually enjoy feeling like myself again!
The experiences, thoughts, and ramblings of an adult with Cystic Fibrosis.
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Thursday, December 17, 2020
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Birthday musings
Today I am 41 years old.
A year ago I had a huge blowout bash to celebrate
my 40th birthday. The party was spectacular, but there was definitely a grim
intent behind it. At 40 years old, I knew that I had far exceeded all
expectations regarding my life expectancy. I was increasingly aware of this as my
health deteriorated in recent years, and particularly when my lung function
dropped sharply during the 3-4 months immediately before my birthday. I was
keenly aware that I might not have that many years left, and I wanted to
celebrate with as many of my family and friends as possible while we still had
the chance. It was a very deliberate "come to my birthday, not my
funeral" celebration.
Even with all that, I had no idea just how
quickly my fears would be realized. At the time I thought I had at least a few
more years left, and I was just taking advantage of the 40th birthday
milestone. Little did I know that just a few months later I would be in
respiratory failure, on the verge of being ventilated, fighting for my life and
waiting desperately for a lung transplant. Things got so bad during that time that
I had multiple conversations with my loved ones about dying, trying to prepare
them as I had been preparing myself. By the end I was so miserably
uncomfortable that I actually wanted to die just so the suffering would be
over. I was holding on by my fingernails, surviving one day at a time. I
certainly wasn't thinking about my 41st birthday, and if I had it would have
been to wonder whether I'd even see it.
Yet somehow, miraculously, here I am,
celebrating yet another year of life. It definitely isn’t the life I would have
expected a year ago, both for good and for bad. On the one hand, I can BREATHE,
to an extent that I had forgotten was possible. I’ve mostly lost my trademark
CF cough. I’m putting on weight without even trying, instead of struggling to
hang on to every pound. My health is SO much better than I could ever have imagined!
On the other hand, I’m still recovering from an incredibly difficult, complex, painful,
and invasive surgery. I’m managing both short and long term complications, and
may develop additional problems as time goes by. And I must always live with
the knowledge that rejection could strike at any time, and that there’s no way
to predict if or when that or any number of other complications could take me
out.
It’s definitely a mixed bag – but, I’m alive!
And as long as I’m alive, there’s always hope for better things and positive
outcomes. Hope is a somewhat unfamiliar and, honestly, frightening emotion for
me, and I’m still learning how to integrate it into my life. For some reason I
have a much easier time anticipating and preparing for the worst. But I’m
trying to learn how to infuse more positivity into my life, and to start anticipating
the best for a change.
I’m 41 years old, but my lungs are only 20. Against
all odds I’m still alive, yet for some reason my dear donor lived only half as
long. I unfortunately don’t know anything about my donor, but it’s clear that
their life ended before it even really began. In a way, every birthday that I
celebrate extends their life just a little bit longer. They are an essential
part of every experience I have, every single breath I take. I hope that I can
use those breaths and live my life in a way that would make them and their
family proud.
I spent my entire adult life expecting to be
dead long before now. Suddenly, I’m trying to imagine what it might be like to continue
living for another decade or two. That’s a lot of birthdays I never expected to
see! However many I get, I hope I can make the most of them, and always
remember how fragile and precious every moment of life truly is.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Donor Dash!
Current goal: do the real Donor Dash this year instead of the inpatient version! Time to start training!!
Also, if anyone wants to see last year's inpatient donor dash, I actually recorded it for posterity: https://youtu.be/t7tZO8gqt0Y
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Why don’t you get a lung transplant?
“Why don’t you get a lung
transplant?”
I have heard that question countless
times over the decades, and more frequently as my health has declined in recent
years. Each time I secretly gritted my teeth and reminded myself that most
people are nowhere near as familiar with pulmonary disease as I am before trying
to answer calmly. So I figured I should give a public answer to the question on
so many people’s minds: Why doesn’t she get a lung transplant?
Short answer: Because it could kill
me.
Long answer: All transplants are
complicated, and lung transplants particularly so. CF patients always require
double lung transplants, because both our lungs are so heavily impacted and full
of infection that a single lung or partial lobe transplant is basically
worthless. Statistically, close to 90% of lung transplant recipients survive the
first year post-transplant, but that number drops to about 50-60% for
surviving 5 years post-transplant. They aren’t going to consider a transplant
until you’re already running out of time, because there’s a significant chance
that the transplant itself could end up shortening your life.
Then you have to be lucky enough to actually
get a transplant. You can’t exactly walk into Lungs-R-Us and grab a pair, and
people tend to need their lungs while they’re still alive, which means we’re dependent
on lungs from deceased donors. And that donor needs to match on several
different criteria, the lungs need to be healthy and undamaged, and the donor
needs to be within a certain geographic area as organs can only travel so far.
Being listed doesn’t guarantee if or when you will receive lungs, and some
people unfortunately die while waiting.
Once you get a transplant, the
complications begin. The surgery itself is long, grueling, and dangerous, and
is followed by a lengthy and complex recovery period. If all that goes well,
then it’s time to adjust to your new life as a transplant recipient. That includes
a lifetime of immunosuppressive drugs to prevent your immune system from rejecting the
foreign organ in your body, which means massive lifestyle changes to avoid the infections
that your weakened immune system can no longer fight off. This is particularly
tricky with the lungs, the only transplant organ that is constantly exposed to
the outside environment and all its contaminants with every breath you take. And
even with all your best efforts, you will still likely experience and need to
be treated for some form of rejection. There is an endless array of potential
post-transplant complications, many of which can be fatal.
Is it worth it? If it goes well, yes.
It’s basically trading one chronic illness for another, but at least in this
one there’s a chance you might be able to breathe and possibly even function as
a mostly-normal person. But it’s definitely not worth trying while you still
have a fair amount of life and normal(ish)-person-ness left in you.
All that being said…
On Monday, my doctors shocked me by
saying they wanted to start the process of getting me on the transplant list. I
thought my lung function needed to be lower and that I had more time, but the
fact that I’ve been having such frequent, severe, lengthy CF exacerbations that
have been so minimally responsive to treatment makes me eligible. They’re also
very concerned about the fact that we’re almost out of antibiotics that are at
all effective against my pseudomonas infection. I’m running out of time more
quickly than expected, and they want to pursue this option while I’m still
healthy enough to have a greater chance of coming through it successfully.
This week has been a crazy whirlwind
of testing and consults. Today the transplant team met and determined that, as
long as the last few tests go well, I am a candidate for lung transplant. They
have not yet decided whether or not to list me immediately, as they want to see
how I respond to one last antibiotic. If it goes well, we may hold off a few
more months. If, as I expect, it doesn’t have a significant impact, then they
will likely list me immediately. And apparently HUP is a high volume transplant
center, so the expected wait time once listed is only 3-4 months. Basically, by
this time next year, it’s expected that I will be post-transplant.
It’s been a wild ride of a week. I’ve
definitely been stunned and terrified, but at the same time I’m also relieved.
The last 5 months have been pretty terrible, and the thought of slogging
through a few more years like this was kind of horrifying. I was beginning to
lose my will to fight, as I’ve been working so hard yet seeing almost no return.
Things were starting to feel kind of hopeless and pointless, as I was spending so
much time just surviving and very little time actually living. I honestly wasn’t
sure how much longer I could keep going on like this. So as much as transplant
is terrifying, it has also revitalized my will to fight, because at least now I
have a goal and a chance of things being better. I can do grueling, I can keep hanging
on by my fingernails, as long as I know that this fight won’t be forever and might
actually accomplish something.
I’m very tired. And I’m definitely
not looking forward to the trials coming my way. But I’m also not done quite yet.
Bring it, CF! You still haven’t gotten the best of me!
Monday, June 25, 2018
Battle Symphony
My current fight song:
If I fall, get knocked down
Pick myself up off the ground
If I fall, get knocked down
Pick myself up off the ground
When they turn down the lights
I hear my battle symphony
All the world in front of me
If my armor breaks
I'll fuse it back together
Battle symphony
Please just don’t give up on me
And my eyes are wide awake
For my battle symphony
For my battle symphony
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