Cf2go

Made the mistake of watching clips from the Arnold classic and now I need to be bigger. Need more food, more protein, more, more, more!

So Cf2go made a random trip to what a beautiful place to visit if you’re in the area and a beautiful drive the whole way there. I definitely needed to touch some red dirt this weekend. Doctors orders.

This years anniversary holds a special place in my heart. You see, my life ‘fell apart’ in the last year after finding out I had to monitor my blood glucose a lot closer. I lost my job, my house, and many other little things of which can all be replaced, but in that time of loss I found some amazing and supportive friends. Something money can’t buy. Community. Thank you to all of you who came out to celebrate my 4 year post transplant anniversary. This one will always be remembered forever. Thank you a million!
**kcf *tucson

Ooohhhhhh here we are again.

Motivation dies, discipline wins.

I recently had my annual 4 year check up… don’t let this face fool you, I’m ecstatic over my last pulmonary function test that I have surpassed my last best of 115% fev1 with a new high of 119% lung function. Let’s just say, I’m windy now … before transplant I was 20% and sometimes less, at those numbers I could not get dressed without being out of breath, including showering, making dinner, or even just going up a flight of stairs, now I can run a mile without stopping and over also gotten my mile under 10 minutes which I don’t believe I’ve done since high school cross country (on cf lungs). I’m blessed to have these years to push my body to limits where before oxygen would deplete before achieving any physical goals. Doctors said everything looks good and I should drink more water lol, which I drink filtered water every morning (coffee). But I’m here, still making new friends, and sharing a smile wherever I can.

Today marks the day 4 years ago I was at end stage cystic fibrosis. I woke up to do my morning chest treatments and breathing treatments. I took off my bi-pap and took a breathe in and felt a sharp sting in my right lung. I started to feel light headed, faint. I told the respiratory therapist to call the nurse. She peaked in and saw I was pale white and was literally about to pass out. My right lung had popped and collapsed. That was the end. They called the crash cart team/rapid rush; they quickly analyzed what they thought was going on. I laid there not able to breath, tears running down my face, thinking of when the last time I told my parents or siblings that I loved them. I was in the hospital alone, just doctors, nurses, respiratory therapist, and others surrounding me. I held the hands of doctors and . They assured me I would be okay. But I was hardly able to breath and afraid of closing my eyes for the last time. The x-ray machine wasn’t working so they resorted to an ultra sound machine. They poked a needle through my chest and inserted a tube to release pressure from my chest so my lungs could not inflate again. I was on chest tubes till transplant came. One of the scariest moments of my life. Always remember to tell the ones you love how you feel. Never know when you’ll lose the opportunity to do so. I’m thankful for those in that room that day. God said he wasn’t done, and neither am I.