It's been nine months since I was first listed at UCSF for a double lung transplant. Initially, I was preparing myself by packing a suitcase in anticipation of 'the call'; finally getting a Trust and important papers in order; cleaning out some cluttered closets, drawers etc; successfully establishing a strong foundation of raised monies with the wonderful tools and advice of HelpHopeLive; got back into pulmonary rehab (again!!); wearing protective masks in the public to prevent infections; the list goes on! This waiting has taken its toll on me. My usual 'glass half full to overflowing' perspective on life, has seen a lot of 'glass half empty' moments after a torturous, unending summer of days at 98 degrees, often higher. And waiting.....waiting.....move up on the list, move down on the list. It's enough to drive any one nuts. So my coping mechanism of choice? A rescue dog from the local shelter. Sadie, a little 8 year old Lhasa Apso/Pug mix with the cutest underbite that only a mama finds absolutely adorable. She was surrendered by her previous owner in February, featured on a local news station as needing a home at the end of July (I hadn't seen this clip) and ten days later, she found her furever home- right here! What this little voluptuous dog has done for me in under two weeks, therapy would have taken years. She's my shadow-always next to me, looking for me, or just content knowing we're in the same room. This rescue dog has rescued me. I have someone who needs me and I'm able to care for; we've spent more time outside in ten days than I have all summer, every morning and every night, like clockwork. She has a closet full of Dodger accessories that any LA fan would be envious; packages coming in the mail from family; and a gourmet selection of treats that shelter dog has now become picky. Now, adopting a rescue dog is my newest passion (I am still very passionate about Jesus, my family, organ donation awareness and the LA Dodgers). I'm feeling well-rounded with my various driven pursuits. Yes, the glass is overflowing again.
Jul 21, 2017
With smoke lingering in the air from several fires in central CA, Steve taking a tour up to the Sequoias, I find myself braving it all and driving solo to Pulmonary Rehab in Visalia, 35 miles from Three Rivers. As my PR therapist, George, said "Good for you reclaiming what has been stolen from you" meaning my independence. As I ponder this, I realize it has been stolen. The Rachelle that 'could do anything myself thank you', now almost always has a companion- Just in case! I could mourn this loss (and I do at times!) but instead, choose friends that I don't usually spend a lot of time with, consequently building deeper relationships. This dependence is all temporary- after my new lungs, watch out!!! Until then, I will continue to take small steps at regaining that independence!