Honoring My First Year With My New Lungs
Following my diagnosis of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (IPF) in January 2017, I knew the disease would diminish my quality of life. For about three years, my IPF progression stair-stepped — that is, I’d remain stable for a period, and then I’d experience a decline in lung function and oxygen saturation.
In March 2020, at the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, my case went before a transplant committee. I’d completed all the testing, and the committee found I was a good candidate. It recommended that I be deferred and continue with my own lungs while my care team closely monitored me. Almost one year later to the day, my condition had deteriorated. In March 2021, I was listed for a transplant.
On July 9 of that year, at a couple of minutes past 9 a.m., I received the call offering me a lung. It marked the beginning of a very long day. Arriving at Inova Fairfax Hospital in Falls Church, Virginia, around noon, I spent the rest of the day being prepped as the team waited for my donor’s gift to arrive. At 3 a.m. on July 10, I was taken into surgery. Ten days later, on July 20, I was discharged from the hospital.
One year forward: July 9
Fast-forward to this past weekend: Saturday, July 9, marked the one-year anniversary of my receiving that call. The headquarters of the United Network for Organ Sharing (UNOS) is in Richmond, Virginia, a little over an hour from my home. It’s also the location of the National Donor Memorial.
On that rainy morning, I made the drive with my wife, Susan, arriving just before 9 a.m. As I approached the memorial from the parking lot, I broke down. I was overcome by emotion from seeing the partial view of the wall through the tunnel. The first names of organ donors are etched into the stone wall of the memorial. The names are those of people who gave the gift of life to others like me.
At the memorial, I was able to sit quietly with the stone of my unknown donor and their family.
On Dec. 24, I’d written a letter to my donor family through the Washington Regional Transplant Community coordinator. (I don’t know the donor, but the community serves as an intermediary.) The first sentence read, “It is only because of your generous gift of life that I am.” Thank you will never be enough.
Last year, before my transplant, Susan and I weren’t sure I’d make it to Christmas. Today, I continue to thrive thanks to my donor’s gift.
Our immediate support team had 13 people. Last Sunday, 10 of those 13 people who played key roles in our journey gathered at our home so we could say thank you. Our home is a little over 90 miles from our transplant center, so it’s not an easy commute. We’d engaged this village early on to prepare for the transplant, and they’d answered the call.
Of the three who couldn’t be with us on Sunday, two of them had spent time with us the previous week. In 2021, Sheila and Heath had taken care of us, securing an apartment near the hospital, utilities, and rental furniture in anticipation of me being discharged. Julie, the third of the absent supporters, had been there every time we called, and had even met Susan at the emergency veterinarian to put our cat, Prince, down when his health failed.
Those gathered with us were the ones who’d taken care of our home, visited our cats, taken the trash to the dump, and answered Susan’s calls when she needed assistance. Two of those with us on Sunday, Ronda and Sandra, had been backup caregivers. In the event Susan needed a break or had a conflict, they’d attended the hospital’s training for caregivers before I was discharged.
Finally, there was our much-loved Sandy. She’d been our enforcer. When someone couldn’t understand the rules for updates, visits, and phone calls, Sandy had helped them understand “no” in a very succinct manner.
I cannot believe a year has gone by. Each day I say a prayer for my donor and donor family. I realize that last weekend was the first anniversary of the passing of my donor, and likely a vivid reminder of their grief.
My first year following the bilateral lung transplant has been a success. The one-year survival rate for patients was 88.29% in 2020, the most recent year UNOS has published. This is up from 84.94% in 2011.
I’ve been fortunate enough to avoid any hospitalizations in my first year. My kidneys have had a rough time, but that’s expected with a lung transplant. My care team is managing it. My job is to continue protecting my lungs as the wonderful gift of life from my donor. It’s how I honor them.
These two days will be emotional each year. Each year, I plan to deal with them the same way. Thanks to my donor, I continue to make every breath count.
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