It is also a huge responsibility to care for a new lung. There are many medicines to take, side effects of those meds to handle, precautions to take because of the now compromised immune system, many miscellaneous bumps along the way, and the emotional toll it takes on you. In short your whole life changes. As a friend of mine aptly noted, it is like bringing home a new born baby for the first time. Everything you once knew has changed and you wonder how they could have sent you home and trusted you with this precious gift! Overwhelming, yes, but oh so worth it to breathe easily!
Every day I am slowly but surely healing and adjusting to this new way of life. This is in large part due to the wonderful support team I have had. Family and friends have rallied around me with their strength and their love and it has made a world of difference. I am blown away by people's generosity. Their thoughtfulness and generosity of spirit, time, resources, pep talks, meals and more amazes me and has taught me so much about compassion and what it means to give from the heart.
Everyone has been so amazing, but I would like to honor one special person here today with a poem I wrote in the middle of the night exactly 1 week after my transplant. The poem actually wrote itself. I had very little to do with it.
For my husband...
The true hero stands
quietly just left of center
Do you see him there
with his soft brown eyes?
He is the hero that
no one will notice
When the lead takes
her center stage light
He is the one who
stands in support of
Quietly doing what
needs to be done.
The hundred nights of
tears and frustration
Leading to this
miracle one
He asks for nothing
No credit, no payment
He asks only that the
show will go on
This hero is the
light of my own life
And with him I will
always shine on.
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