Our week, this week, started with some shocking news of our dear elderly neighbour being involved in a terrible car accident and it was a very stark reminder of how fragile life can be and how you can wake up one day and go about your ordinary business, but life has something very different than what you planned in store for you. It really brought home to us, yet again just how precious each day is. We are hoping and praying our friend will recover and we will be able to see her soon.
We went back to Papworth on Saturday, not for me this time, but to visit a few friends who are in hospital there.
First stop was to Mallard Ward to see Anne, who was 9 days post heart and lung transplant and making a very good recovery. She was happy, smiling and and still in shock that her transplant had actually happened. It was really good to see her and as well as laughing and smiling, we shed a tear or two! She is still recovering well and has been for a few walks outside, to the gym and is looking forward to going out for a couple of hours for Sunday lunch this weekend. So onwards and upwards Anne, hopefully she may get home sooner than she ever expected.
Next stop was Princess Ward for a quick hello and chat with Sita, who was in hospital for a procedure to sort out an ongoing problem she has been struggling with since her transplant. Sita is one of the bravest people I have ever met, when I think of all she has gone through, first with her PH, then with her heart and double lung transplants and now she is having to cope with a very difficult recovery. We are wishing her well and hoping that she can make a few steps forward to going home.
We then saw that Bernice was on Princess ward too. Bernice was on the ITV News 'From the Heart' campaign with us and we recently met her in the Transplant Continuing Care Unit. She is waiting for a heart and double lung transplant too, so we popped in to say hello to her. Again, we are wishing her well and hope she gets home soon or better still gets her call for her heart and double lung transplant.
On Monday evening around about 11 o'clock we were just going to bed when we both got a text from Stacie, saying she had got her phone call for her transplant. Stacie is a PH patient like myself and has been waiting for heart and lung transplant for over a year now. She was still waiting for the transplant team to ring her back and give her more news. Of course there was no way I was going to go to sleep until I heard more news, so I asked her to let us know any more news if she was able to. An hour later she let us know that they were sending a car for her and they would be able to let her know more once she got to hospital. So we chatted a little longer, then half an hour later her car arrived. She was on her way then, but I still couldn't get to sleep not knowing whether it was going to go ahead or not. We chatted and joked more while she went on her journey, her mum and dad following in tow and we checked we had Megan's number, Stacie's twin, as we knew Stacie would probably lose her signal once at hospital and would probably be too busy and have too much on her mind if things went ahead.
By 2 am we were dozing off back to sleep then we were awakened by my pump beeping and when I sat up I felt really unwell. In all the excitement I had drifted off to sleep with my line twisted and my drugs were not getting through. Eventually we sorted it and after I was sure I felt all right again and the drug was getting through we went back off to sleep. At 5am we got another text from Stacie to say it had ended up being a false alarm as the lungs were not in good enough condition to use for transplant.
We were so disappointed for Stacie, but she very admirably took it all in her stride. We are prepared by the Transplant Team for false alarms, for a variety of reasons, so we are very aware it may happen, but still when it does, I think it must be very difficult. Stacie was pleased though, as they told her the heart was in good condition and another life was saved that night instead. For us, well it's really encouraging to know that donor organs do become available and that those phone calls we wait so eagerly for do happen. Hopefully, for Stacie, it will be soon now she has had a practice run.
With all this transplant activity happening, it got me thinking about organ donors and their families and none of this would even be happening without them and how without their willingness to commit to organ donation there would be no options left for people like us.
When we were in the ITV campaign 'From the Heart', Rob and I came into contact with many families who's lives had been affected by organ donation and transplant. One very special person was Sally, who featured on Granada Reports during 'From the Heart' week. Sally is a mother who found herself in that dreadful position of being asked if she would say 'yes' to donating her young son, Toby's organs after he had a tragic accident whilst they were on holiday. Sally always says that the decision was an easy one, because Toby had told her that was what he would like to do should anything ever happen to him.
Since Toby's accident Sally and her husband Graham have campaigned relentlessly to raise awareness about organ donation and have also run events to raise awareness of Cystic Fibrosis, one of Toby's friends had CF and it was a cause dear to him. Toby's story is a very inspiring one for me: it helps me know that when I may get my heart and lungs, that is what the donor and their family wanted; it helps me to know that there are generous families out there who are willing to give the most precious gift of all, despite the despair they are going through. I hope Toby's mum and dad can see that not only has Toby saved several lives, but he has also given a lot of people like me and our families some inspiration and encouragement too.
You can follow Sally's very moving story on her blog and take a look at the website dedicated to Toby, by clicking on the links below:
So, this week, in a nutshell, for us, has been one of both appreciation, encouragement and inspiration. We have learned yet again how precious every day is; we have been inspired and encouraged by special friends we have seen or been in contact with, who are treading very similar journeys and we are inspired and encouraged that there are families who are willing to help us along the way.
We headed back north to the Lake District on Saturday, of course we met up with all the world and his mother going away for the Bank Holiday weekend and first day of the school end of term break. In the past we would have travelled very early in the morning and got to the Lakes by breakfast missing all the traffic, but I can't manage to get up in the early hours and do that anymore. We had had a plan to drive up on Friday evening to try and avoid the heavy traffic, but by the time Friday evening came and I'd got myself packed and ready to go, I'd hit the point of no return and was too tired to contemplate walking to the car let alone travelling. The weather was atrocious too, rain and gales so didn't bode well for a long journey.
So we set off on Saturday morning knowing the traffic was going to be bad. The journey took over six hours and was one of the worst we have had in all our years of travelling back north. But we got there and got ourselves sorted out and unpacked and the weather turned glorious and it was a stunning evening to go down to Arnside and sit by the estuary and enjoy the views with a nice cold drink and a pub dinner. So the day ended well, well pretty much perfect!
Sunday was glorious too and we decided not to travel as far as we originally planned, after the long day travelling on Saturday and we just browsed around locally, enjoying the sunshine, scenery, people watching and some of our favourite pubs. It seems to make everything extra special these days when the sun actually decides to shine, we have had so little of it this year, it is becoming a nice surprise when it does come out and Sunday was one of those days. A day just to sit back and enjoy life!
