Today, it took all my energy to walk out of my apartment, and down to the stop sign and back. I sat down to rest twice. I also fell over the little camp chair, because the oxygen cord got stuck in the steel cart and came off my face. I tried to keep my cool, but after resting, I was worried about the oxygen supply. I had left the apartment with less than 1/2 tank, which doesn't last long at a high flow rate.
Nevertheless, we persisted; my mother was right by my side.
And here we are. Today marks 12.5 years past the first double-lung transplant. I am very grateful to my donor, my mother, sister, and all who have provided the love and support to get me this far in life. Thank you!