
Day eight is coming to an end and in a few hours it will be exactly the end of my eighth day post- transplant. Yes, this is ME, Mitch, I am writing my first post. What a tremendously harrowing, but remarkable experience it has been so far. I will try to recap a bit of the first week as best I can, but bear with me and my thoughts, as not much is still clear and I am still in a some very real pain.
I don't remember the first few days well. I do remember bits and pieces though, and I definitely remember waking up around 6am that first morning, in complete panic with the breathing tube in, another tube shoved down my throat (i guess into my stomach), and just complete pain and misery. Sometime around 10am or so, they did pull my breathing tube and that other tube and replaced them with a ng stomach tube. Still horrible, but better.
I guess less then 12 hours for the breathing tube is a great sign. I do remember though when they pulled the breathing tube, my body took this huge deep breath with its NEW Lungs! It was both incredible and overwhelming at the same time. For a split second I thought it was going to be complete piece of cake sailing from here on out, but almost instantaneously my body felt like it awakened as well, and I suddenly felt the weight of the surgery, the discomfort of a tube in every hole, 4 iv lines, and 4 huge chest tubes ripping through my body. The battle had just started.....
And here is how it has progressed the last week. About as good as everyone can expect. Sure there are some setbacks, but mostly steps forward. Pain slowly gets more manageable, I have bad hours now, instead of total bad days, I can walk better, with less help. I still have 4 huge chest tubes in which they want to leave a few more days to be on the safe side, so it is not expected that I will be able to get deep breaths or feel better until they are out. I have to trust their opinion, I don't want to rush something so fragile. However, 4 weeks ago I had one tiny chest tube and this one is 4 times the size and 4 as many. So, I can not believe I can move with them in there. I hope to continue the next few days getting my strength back and getting my body feeling somewhat normal.
Thank you to all my friends and family, keep the messages coming it helps with motivation, even if you don't hear directly from me. It is such an ordeal to try and get situated to write a message.
Finally, a message to my donor. Someone who gave the ultimate most selfless gift. Not only them but their family as well. Thank You, I say those words, Thank You with my breath every night..
-Mitch
09/16/09