This afternoon I learned that they have found a donor for me. I was already in the hospital, about to start plasma pheresis, a procedure that removes and temporarily suppresses antibodies. Our goal was to expand my potential pool of donors to improve my opportunity for transplant.
But “the call” came right before my first treatment. That was 2:00 this afternoon. It’s now 10:00 pm and we are still waiting for final confirmation from my surgeon that the lungs are good. I don’t think they are even here yet. It’s an involved process: recipients for as may organs as possible are found before anything is removed. So, there’s still potential that this could be a “dry run” — a no-go. I have a good feeling, though. I woke up feeling like this day was going to be extra special and so did my husband. I have faith that all will happen exactly when it should.
I always wondered how I’d feel when I got the call. When I heard the words “We may have a donor for you”, an electric “zing” ripped through my body. Could this really be it? After a few deep breaths and a quick reminder that we were still a long way off from actual transplant, I calmed myself down. An hour later, my nurse came in and said we’re moving forward. At that point I burst into tears. During the past seven hours I’ve felt everything from pure elation to fear to sadness for my donor to an almost Zen-like calm. My emotions are truly a roller coaster, shifting and spinning moment to moment.
My family will be updating my Caringbridge page from this point forward. I will return to Reality Gasps after I’ve recovered a bit. I’ll even have pictures of my old and new lungs!