Welcome to my blog, and my first ever post. Some who have come to read this blog know a little bit about what has been going on in my life the last few months. And to those who don't, well this will be a great place to catch up and be updated about the journey ahead for me.
Let's jump right in the deep end. Most people know I have Cystic Fibrosis (CF) and if you know a lot about it then you know there is no cure. The only available treatment to make us CF patients as normal as possible, is frankly, get new lungs. Yes, I am talking about a lung transplant. When we have exhausted all other forms of treatment, we have to resort to a double lung transplant. Unfortunately, this is not a cure either, this is actually trading one disease for another. A lot of time transplant becomes easier to manage than CF, but it still comes with its daily regimen of medications and frequent monitoring by doctors.
I'm telling you all this because transplant is now my only option to survive. I have known for about a year that transplant would soon be my only option. It might be a surprise to most, but knowing how I feel and my daily activity, I knew we would start the process for new lungs sooner rather than later.
During my last hospital stay, my doctors talked with me and said it was time to refer me to the transplant team. As much as I was ready for this, it was still a punch to the stomach. I have known about transplant since I was a kid, but now it was becoming my reality.
In July I got a call from the transplant team to set up, what they call, an evaluation. This consists of four long ass (yes, I will swear in this blog, if you don't like it, this blog might not be for you) days of testing for every thing under the sun. Blood tests galore, scans of every kind, and breathing tests, walking tests, swallowing tests, educational sessions, psych evaluations, and clinic appointments. I had my evaluation last monday to thursday. I walked away from those four days almost wanting new lungs right then and there. It was tiring, overwhelming, and just all around exhausting. My mom was with me, and so was Tom. Unfortunately, my dad had to go back to Chicago to work. He was missed, but both my mom and Tom did a great job in supporting me.
Let's take a minute to pause. For me, this has been my reality for the last few months so to type it out is not the biggest deal. Some of you might not be breathing at this point. It's okay, you can stop holding your breath. It's a lot to take in, it has been a lot to process for people who already know. I know my head is spinning, and most of this post feels like I'm just pouring out words, a little too much verbal diarrhea if you ask me, but my thoughts are just coming so quickly at this point.
Because this post is already getting long, I'm going to leave you with this information. To summarize, my lungs are quite weak, with only 27% lung capacity, I'm not functioning daily as well as I used to. My doctors have decided a transplant is best for me, and so I went through the evaluation process to determine if I am an eligible candidate. I don't know right now if I will be put on the list, but I will find out Tuesday. My next post will detail how the list works and where I will fall on that list.
The blog as a whole will obviously be detailing this big journey of mine. I have not always been so forthcoming with my emotions, I always let people think I'm fine. Well, this will be the place where I will definitely be writing how I feel. It will be raw and hard to read at times, but we all know I'm a positive Polly, so there will be uplifting moments as well. This blog will also serve as a way to pass the time while on the list. I love to cook, so I may share recipes, and chronicle my days with Tom and what we get up to in California. This will be my space to say it all. I hope you join me on this journey and don't hesitate to ask questions along the way. One thing I ask is for prayers and positive, healing thoughts during this process. I'm a tough cookie, but my family and I will need all the support we can get during this roller coaster we have already started to ride. Thank you!
I am so proud of you for being brave enough to not only get through this courageously but write about it and share it with the world. :) I have often felt writing about what I am going through is easier than talking about it too. *hugs* I am here for you on your journey and will be reading! -Megan
ReplyDeleteMaggie, Our thoughts, prayers and love are with you, Tom, your Mom and Dad and your whole family. Thank you for sharing your journey with us. Love Cheryl
ReplyDeleteMaggie, your blog is very moving and Joe and I send all our love from across the ocean. Ali & Joe
ReplyDeleteDearest Maggie, What a wonderful, moving first entry you wrote. It's an honor to follow your story and to be among the team of people who are thinking of you and your family. You all are in my prayers! Swear away when you feel like it:) and know that there is a huge community of us holding you in our hearts. ~Beth
ReplyDeleteDear Maggie, as you well know blogging was one of the ways that we coped during Anna's transplant. It makes a big difference to know that your people are with you as you share your insights and difficult and courageous moments. It helps so much to have a way to get it out and share. I will be following along and sending much positive and hopeful energy your way. Go Maggie....and may your miracle lungs come to you soon. May your family have the support it needs for this ride....and we are hoping to see you at the Transplant Games in the near future!
ReplyDeleteMaggie, thank you for sharing your journey with the us. We have always been inspired by you and continue to be each day. You are all in our prayers. Much love, prayers, and blessings... ~The DeFalco Crew
ReplyDeleteSending continued love and prayers your way! Thank you for sharing your journey with us - love you Sheehan. Hugs, Meehan
ReplyDeleteHi Maggie,
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. Swearing and all. When I read it I was reminded of a quote regarding the brave first responders who rushed into the towers on 9/11, "Courage is fear that has said it's prayers." You can share your fears with us and we will still think your are courageous. And tough and funny. Etc.
XOXO
Hi Maggie,
ReplyDeleteJust want to let you know that I'm thinking about you and sending you good wishes. I will be following your blog and cheering you on each step of the way.
Love,
Laurie Singer (Claire Tyree's Grandmother)
Hi Maggie,
ReplyDeleteI do not know if you even remember me but I certainly remember you. I met you at the Curran's lake house this summer. My husband and I were so inspired by you and Tom. I have never seen such devotion and love between two people. You have a wonderful full life no matter how hard it has been because you have so many people who love you and support you in all the ups and downs.
Val Curran sent me this blog of yours today because I was just with her today and I talked of your spirit and courage. I loved reading all of the above and we will all be thinking and praying for you. You and everyone in your family are so inspiring. Keep everyone informed because I am sure everyone wants to be involved in your journey.
Sue and Rowland Davies
Hi Maggie, it has been a true joy watching you grow up and become the strong and courageous young woman that you are! With the love and support of Tom, your family and all of your cheerleaders you are facing this next step with grace and determination.
ReplyDeleteI salute and applaud you!
love and prayers,
Nursie
Maggie I'm rooting for you. It's Mark L. from HC High, I know we don't talk regularly but thank you for listening to my rants about being disabled and having CP, even though CP and CF are quite different diseases. You have the strength to get thru this and I'm very excited you've been put on a list for transplants.
ReplyDeleteYou probably already know this but CF is most common in Irish people... so it's not exactly a shamrock and a Guinness but you can show your CF as proof of your Irishness.
Big hugs.