Yesterday was Mebsie's 6 Month Anniversary of her Double Lung Transplant! I'm so very proud of her! She has spent roughly 5 of the past 6 months in the hospital dealing with complication after complication, yet she still came out on top! I am so honored to call her my friend! It's been a long journey, and it's really just beginning, but I know she can beat anything!
I just wanted to do a short update. Please forgive any typos that may appear in this blog, I don't usually blog from my phone.
Anyway, I'm currently in California! It's my last night. :(
I flew out for my friend's wedding, which I was actually in! I have known this friend for over 9 years, via the Internet. But this was the first time I met her in person! She's absolutely fabulous and I had a great time with her. I wish that I could stay longer, but unfortunately she needs to be admitted to the hospital, and I'm not feeling so well either.
Her wedding was on Halloween! It was lovely and she looked beautiful. Later that night I took her and Randy (her husband) out to eat. We went in costume, of course.
That's really the whole blog, but I felt it was important enough that it had to be posted. Now have some pictures.
Hello blog readers,
I suppose it's time for a little update.
First, an update on Mebsie.
Mebsie, as you know, got her double lung transplant on May 28th, 2015. As many of you know she has not had an easy recovery. She has pretty much been in the hospital since transplant. (with the exception of MAYBE 2 weeks). Her complications range from complete kidney failure to pneumonia to seizures. I stayed with her in the hospital in Philly for 3 months. May 29th - Aug 29th. Then I finally had to come home and take care of my own appointments. It's really hard being away from her, especially when she's unwell. We text everyday and talk on the phone occasionally, I also am in frequent contact with the charge nurse and a social worker at the hospital. But it's not the same as being there. I'm going down for a visit tomorrow, but unfortunately it's only a one night visit because I have a new addition to my family...he's furry, and adorable, and goes by the name of Jaxon Wilson!
This brings me to my next topic, puppy!
Jaxon is 14 weeks old. He's a mini goldendoodle and he's desperately attached to his mommy! (me) He cries when I so much as leave the room. He's very sweet and playful. And he's also my future service dog! (for PTSD, social anxiety & syncope detection)
And finally, spine clinic.
As some of you know, I have been suffering with severe back pain for about 7-8 years. I have been taking pain medications for it but never really having the underlying issues treated, or even examined for that matter. I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to do something more.
First I saw a pain management doctor (after waiting 2 months for an appointment) to try to get to the bottom of what was causing it, unfortunately this doctor did nothing for me. He wrote me 2 new prescriptions and sent me on my way. He didn't even fully examine me. He just handed me the papers and told me to come back in 2 months. Also, it should be noted that one of the medications he prescribed, I cannot even take! It's a muscle relaxer that should NEVER been taken in combination with my cardiac medications as it causes drastic drops in blood pressure, heart rate and of course, fainting. Cool, huh?
And before you jump to his defense, YES, he had my medication list in front of him. I didn't get much relief from the other medication he gave me either, so I decided to rethink things. My plan? Acupuncture. I did some research and found a local clinic near my house that does an array of neck, back & joint care. I contacted them and got an appointment 3 days later. My first visit was of course acupuncture. As well as a set of Xrays and a full evaluation. (for free!) Well when the results came in I was a bit shocked. I have a host of back problems. Scoliosis, complete with uneven hips. Compressed discs, pinched nerves, and I've also had whiplash, probably multiple times. So we began a 36 session program of massage, acupuncture, chiropractic adjustments, decompression & physical therapy. All of which is covered under my insurance, up to a point. For example, insurance only pays for 24 physical therapy & chiropractic sessions and the doctor was very confident that I needed the full 36, so what did he do? He waved the fees for the remaining sessions! All $3000!!
Anyway, I'm about 16 sessions into my program and have noticed some improvements. I'm really going to keep at my home stretches. I would love to be able to knock some of the meds off my list!
Okay, well, that's all for today. I'll leave you with some pictures of my spine.
This post may be a little scattered because, well, my mind is. I've been meaning to post a blog for awhile now and tonight I felt extra inspired to do so. So, where to start.
March 27th, 2015. My 26th birthday. 10 years since I lost my very first friend to Cystic Fibrosis. 10 years that I've been working to raise awareness and money. She is the reason I am, who I am. For my 10th year doing the GreatStrides walk for Cystic Fibrosis I raised roughly $1200!
Now for the big news! As many of you know, my best friend, "Mebsie" received her double lung transplant. On 5/28/15 (surgery went into the wee hours of the next day) It was exactly one week ago (minus 1hr) that she was wheeled into the OR. It has been a CRAZY emotional ride, and it's just the beginning. Mebsie has made tremendous progress, and I couldn't be more proud of her. She hasn't even had these lungs for a full week and she's already been sitting, standing and walking. She's already had 2 chest tubes removed. She's got color in her cheeks and power behind her voice. She is still very sleepy and in quite a bit of pain, she's still unable to eat, she's still feeling pretty miserable; but this time, it's not because of Cystic Fibrosis, but because she's healing. And soon, she'll be doing things she never could before. Soon, she'll be living the life she deserves. I'm honored to be her friend.
Mebsie will have a massive amount of bills that go along with this new life, if you wish to donate, Click Here! And don't forget to sign the guest book!
In about 12hrs it will be one week since I "moved in" to the hospital to be with her. One week of sleeping (or not sleeping) on uncomfortable pull out chairs, one week of extremely overpriced ($10-20 per meal) and mostly unhealthy food, one week of not being able to properly elevate my swollen feet, one week of stress, anxiety and crazy nerves, one week of a single small shower shared by ALL caregivers, and one week of unrelenting back pain. Now don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change it for the world. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. My desire to be here for my best friend trumps all these minor inconveniences.
Tons of Love:
Due to the everything listed in the "stress" section, I did finally have a slight breakdown yesterday, and reached out to my friends (and a caregivers support group) for support. But in the hours following I was met with an unexpected outpouring of love that literally brought me to tears. I had friends send me money, to help me pay for food. I have a friend bringing me some extra clothes tomorrow. I had a perfect stranger, bring me Dunkin Donuts coffee and munchkins this morning. She had been following my updates on Mebsie in the transplant support group and was here visiting her husband, so she brought me breakfast. I had another friend pay for my dinner and have it delivered to the hospital. (it was delicious btw) I have 2 other friends assembling care packages. Another one bringing home cooked food. And yet another offering me a bed for a few nights. I have never in my life felt more loved and appreciated. I honestly couldn't (and still can't) comprehend it. So thank you all, from the bottom of my heart.
I'm Kate, but my friends call me Ducky. I'm 26yrs old.
I'm have a huge heart.
I cry when I'm happy. And when I'm sad. I'm very sarcastic. I live online.
I hate the idea of smoking!
I'm a twin. (My sister died at 13months from Muscular Dystrophy)
I was employed as a PCT at a hospital. but had to leave for medical reasons.
I'm a huge supporter of organ donation.
I have been working with the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation since I was 16,(2005)(A friend with CF died on my 16th birthday). I'm addicted to charity work.
---For more info, check out my about me.
you all know my life's dream is to see the day when Cystic Fibrosis is cured!!
so make with the donations pleaseeeeeeeee ♥
and together we can make "CF" stand for "Cure Found"