Celebrating independence 2 years after my double-lung transplant

My donor's gift has given me greater freedom and a better quality of life

by Samuel Kirton | July 4, 2023

July is a month of celebration at our house. Though it begins with the Fourth of July, my personal “Independence Day” is on July 10 — the day I received a double-lung transplant in 2021. It’s a celebration tempered with reverence for the beautiful lungs my donor gifted me.

The road to freedom

July 4, 2021, was a day like many others in the late pre-transplant phase of my disease.

I was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis on Jan. 31, 2017. Its progression “stair-stepped” — that is, it remained stable for a period, declined, then stabilized again.

When I was listed for transplant in March 2021, my supplemental oxygen use was up to 7 liters per minute.

Exercising on July 4 was necessary, and dragging an oxygen tank on a cart behind me was simply a part of my routine.

Shortly after 9 a.m. on July 9, I got a call from the Inova Advanced Lung Disease and Lung Transplant Clinic in Virginia saying they had a lung offer for me. My wife, Susan, and I paused to say a prayer for my donor and their family before heading out the door. We arrived at the hospital around noon, and I was admitted. At 3 a.m. on July 10, I was taken to the operating room for a nearly nine-hour surgery. When I emerged with successfully transplanted lungs, I was on a ventilator.

During the afternoon of July 11, I was taken off the ventilator and extubated. I took my first breath with my new lungs. I spent the next few days in the intensive care unit, where my care team weaned me off oxygen as my new lungs began working with my body.

It’s time to take this show on the road and enjoy life

A new beginning

I was discharged from the hospital on July 20 — 10 days after my transplant. Two days later, the frenzy of clinic appointments and pulmonary rehabilitation began. I was exercising my lungs and learning to breathe again. During those sessions, I could already see the difference in my quality of life.

Pulmonary rehab involved a combination of exercise bikes, treadmills, and strength training with weights. During these sessions, my oxygen saturation percentage was consistently in the upper 90s. Even during my heaviest exertion, my levels stayed high. I could breathe freely.

A collage of four photos taken between July 2021 and November 2022. In the first photo, a man takes a close-up selfie of himself exercising outdoors. He's wearing a baseball cap, glasses, and a nasal cannula supplying him with oxygen. In the second photo, the same man is lying on a hospital bed after a bilateral lung transplant. He's wearing a hospital gown and is hooked up to a ventilator and a number of other machines. The third photo appears to be taken from an outdoor security camera. It shows a man lifting oxygen tanks and equipment into the back of a white van, which is parked on the street in front of a house. In the last photo, a man poses in front of a snow-covered Yosemite while wearing a dark jacket and a baseball cap.

Clockwise from top left: Sam exercises on July 4, 2021; Sam in the hospital, after transplant and before extubation, on July 11, 2021; oxygen tanks and equipment are picked up from Sam’s house in the fall of 2021; Sam visits Yosemite National Park in November 2022. (Photos courtesy of Sam Kirton)

A green light

During a post-transplant clinic visit in late September 2021, the post-transplant nurse coordinator told me she’d canceled my oxygen order, which meant the supplier would be scheduling the pickup of my oxygen equipment.

Watching our home security camera like it was an Academy Award-nominated film, Susan and I saw the vendor recover the oxygen tanks and concentrator. Seeing that van pull away was a sign of the independence I’d gained.

Clearing the tethers

I was finally able to go for walks without needing to drag an oxygen tank. I could walk through our home without green oxygen tubing trailing behind me. I could close my eyes and not hear the gentle hum of the concentrator.

An additional bonus was that I no longer required a continuous positive airway pressure (CPAP) machine to sleep at night. My care team had me stop using it after my transplant.

Beyond thankful

As I approach the second anniversary of my transplant, I continue to say a prayer for my donor and their family. I will visit the National Donor Memorial in Richmond, Virginia, on Sunday morning and set a place at the table that afternoon for my donor.

I still know nothing about my donor except that they’ve given me the most precious gift of time. Their donation has extended and improved the quality of my life. Transplant isn’t easy. The entire process involves a lot of work. Out of respect and love for my donor, I make every breath count.

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About the Author

Samuel Kirton Sam Kirton started his column in November 2021 and writes from his home at Lake Anna, Virginia, where he lives with his wife Susan. His diagnosis at age 59 with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis in January 2017 began a journey of awareness and advocacy. Sam was listed for a lung transplant on March 19, 2021 and received a bilateral lung transplant on July 10, 2021. This was quite the change from his career as a special agent for the Office of Special Investigations and as a corporate security executive. Sam plans to share his journey so you, too, can make every breath count. You can follow Sam’s thoughts on Twitter or LinkedIn.

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