happiest of new years

It is the happiest of new years. We are now a thriving family of three. Our little babe is three months old, and fills our days with laughter and joy. There are tears, too, but those are short-lived with each passing day, and the incredible growth of our little one. The transition to parenthood has been a wonderful challenge on every level. 

It was a hard few months in the transplant and CF communities, but I suppose that is often the case with the passage of time, and in the cold and dark months. We enter the new year with relative health, but with heavy hearts for many of our dear friends. We have formed wonderful and invaluable friendships, but it is hard to witness the progression of the disease and the deterioration of health, especially, post-transplant after a period of renewed health. Transplant provides temporary hope, but it is not a cure. We know firsthand the exchange of one set of problems for another. 

In December, James and I were reminded of his own vulnerability, and anxiously awaited the results of an emergency bronchoscopy. He had a consistent decrease in lung function that was large enough to be of concern, but for now, James is clear from infection and rejection, and those numbers appear to be returning to his baseline. James is stable. 

We are beyond fortunate. We are beyond grateful. Time is more precious than ever before.

west coast summers

Our updates will continue to be sparse. We had an absolutely lovely summer, and as always, I cannot believe that the months have disappeared this fast. 

It was definitely another summer of healing in nature. We returned to the cabin on the West Coast Trail, and enjoyed a blissful few days in the magical rainforest. We camped at Ruckles Park on Salt Spring Island surrounded by old growth forest, and fell asleep to the sounds of the ocean. We camped on the farm, too, (and fell asleep to the sounds of James' childhood with peacocks, hens and roosters, geese, and sheep in the fields around us). It became increasingly more difficult to get in and out of a tent in the middle of the night with each successive week of my pregnancy, but it was completely worth it. We also enjoyed a long weekend in Tofino and basked in the glory of beaches, mountains, and forests. We had a lovely visit with James' family, and were treated to delicious meals and sunsets on the beach. We swam, and swam, and swam, and I spent all the time possible in the ocean and local lakes to escape the heat, and find relief from the discomforts of my ever-growing belly. We also had a fabulous weekend in Vancouver to visit with friends and family a few weeks ago. We bicycled around the sea wall at Stanley Park (and I had visions of gong into labour in the middle of the urban oasis). We enjoyed many picnics and evening walks on local beaches, and foraged for plums and blackberries in the neighbourhood. 

I continued with an insane schedule of full-time school and part-time work for the majority of the summer, but I have finally slowed down. We are busily nesting in preparation for the arrival of this little one. James is feeling healthy and strong, and without issue or concern at all. We are expecting in about 3 weeks, but of course, I am already full-term, and James and I could have a baby in our arms at any point. We are excited beyond belief, and I am absolutely starting to feel ready. 

feeling at home on the West Coast Trail in early July

enjoying cuddles from Rambo on the farm

more west coast beauty in Tofino

only 32 weeks along in this photo from over a month ago, but I was already looking and feeling very pregnant

I suspect there will be a baby update in the coming weeks, but I only anticipate health for James in the next stage of our journey together. We are feeling hopeful for the future.

sharing our joy

I have knowingly neglected this blog for a couple of months. We continue to write short updates on James' Quest For Lungs, but I rarely return to the blog for longer posts. The purpose of the blog had been a form of coping and catharsis, and of course, I was also able to update our dear family and friends during a state of on-going crisis. James and I both have great support systems, and I don't have the same need to write. My life is a balancing act of limited time and energy, and I prefer to spend my free hours away from the computer screen. I am making slow and steady progress on my graduate degree, and I am also working two different part-time positions. James continues to write in hopes of future publication, and has been able to remain very active without limitations. We are enjoying the normalcy of relative health, and projecting our dreams further and further into the future. 

We continue to celebrate the passage of time, but James and I also cycle through periods of grief with the uncertainties of that future. James was given a prognosis of two years based on the median survival outcomes for re-transplant. We recognize that these numbers do not accurately reflect or represent individual differences (or the numerous factors that have the potential to impact post-transplant survival), but James and I still contend with the realities of his mortality. James' two year re-transplant anniversary was laden with a lot of heavy emotion, and I found it hard to shift towards celebration. Can you believe it has been two years? Our bodies continue to hold onto the trauma of James' second double lung transplant, and James and I are forced to acknowledge the grief and fears that continue to lurk below the surface. I truly believe that the re-emergence of these intense emotions was an important part of the milestone, and I am grateful for the reminder to focus on the day to day that is within our control.

In December, James and I wrote to expect big changes for the coming year. We are beyond elated to share those changes with you: Organ donation did not only save James' life. It also made another life possible. There is a little one kicking away below my keyboard. We are expecting a daughter in a few short months! There are not enough words to express our immense gratitude for the opportunity to become parents together! We feel pure and complete joy with each day closer and closer to our daughter's arrival! Our lives truly feel miraculous.

 

Thank you, Gemm Photography!

Great Strides and NOTDAW

Team Awesome it back! On May 29, 2015, James will be two years post-transplant, and on May 31st, James and I will be celebrating at the Great Strides walk for Cystic Fibrosis Canada! We love being healthy enough to give back! We would also love your support! 

https://secure.e2rm.com/registrant/TeamFundraisingPage.aspx?teamID=597187&langPref=en-CA#&panel1-2 

It is also National Organ and Tissue Donation Awareness (NOTDAW)! We live each and every day with gratitude for James' organ donors! You can help save lives, too! Take a few minutes to register, share your stories, and talk with your family and friends! 

Our dear friend, and lung buddy, Jessica, wrote a really awesome blog post about NOTDAW! It is absolutely worth a read: http://livelaughlungs.blogspot.ca/2015/04/national-organ-tissue-donation.html

How wonderful to breathe easy! 

Here are some photos of Spring from the last few weeks!

A dear friend is breathing easy less than two weeks post-transplant after a very long wait! We were only able to stay for a short visit, but I couldn't believe the pink in her cheeks! Organ donation saves lives!

James is happiest in the company of animals. They seem to love him, too!

The beach also makes for a lot of smiles. We love breathing in the fresh ocean air. We are very spoiled on the West Coast!

I suppose I should make an appearance on occasion, too. I tend to avoid the camera, but I let my sister take a photo on the farm in March (in my fancy shmancy gum boots).

brief check-in

James and I no longer post in the blog on a regular basis. There are a lot of different reasons, but I don't feel compelled to go into details. Most importantly, James and I are living our lives. We still update Facebook on a regular basis, and James has been writing a lot with hopes of future publication, but I am relieved to return to a focus on living our best lives. We still cope with the realities of Cystic Fibrosis (and transplant-related concerns), but it consumes a very small part of our day to day lives. We welcome the change with gratitude and awe. I still marvel at James' resilience. Everything feels possible again. It is wonderful. Thank you for following along in our journey. We appreciate the poke here and there to update, but I assure you, James and I are well. Our absence on the blog is a sign of health.

a year in review (of sorts)

Adena: James and I have talked a lot about a "year in review" post. We already mark different milestones throughout the year to acknowledge anniversaries that are separate from the holidays. We continuously reflect on the passage of time at the annual intervals of his transplants, long-term hospitalizations, and of course, homecomings from those transplants and hospitalizations. (We have graduated from monthly intervals to yearly intervals). We remember and honour the passing of dear friends with wonderment at the speed of the world around us. We seek measures for healing and growth. 

The changes are diverse. We celebrate the major events in our lives. James and I find no difficulties in compiling a list of highlights to mark the year, but I also feel a need to acknowledge the small changes. Some of the most subtle differences make the most powerful impact on our lives. We have regained a lot of normalcy in the last year. Our lives no longer revolve around a disease. Our relationship no longer revolves around a disease. We can make plans that extend further into the future, and make decisions that are not based solely in fears about that future. 

James and I are able to share in the responsibilities of the household, and support each other through the ebbs and flows of our daily lives. We are able to shift the weight of those responsibilities back and forth between each other based on both of our needs in a given moment, rather than feeling a need to protect James, because of some level of vulnerability or fragility. His needs took precedence for a long time, and it made it difficult to establish a sense of equity in our lives. Our relationship has become stronger with reciprocity of care for each other. I love that James is able to make tea for me in the morning, and prepare a dinner for after an evening class. I also still relish in being able to walk side-by-side and hold hands, or share a quiet moment together in our own home. It is the normalcy in our lives that holds the most significance in my personal reflections of the past year. The rest is bonus. 

James: When 2014 began, I was still weak and suffering from shell shock. I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and invulnerability. I had nearly died and had suffered so much that my shockingly fast recovery felt surreal; life had a distinctly dreamlike quality. I was struggling with gaps in my memory, trying to figure out what had happened to me; but so much still felt like an open wound that I had to avoid thinking too hard about the darkest moments. I focused instead on enjoying being alive, and I felt like I was glowing with energy. Adena and I started seeing a personal trainer, and my body gained strength until I felt fitter than I have ever felt. I gained weight and lung capacity. 

In February I celebrated my 30th birthday on Saltspring Island with my friends and extended family. I was finally able to thank so many of the people who had been supporting me since before my first transplant! In May, I celebrated my one-year post transplant lungiversary. In the summer, Adena and I finally got to go to my favorite place, our cabin on the West Coast Trail. I had dreamed of taking her there since the day we met, and now my dream has come true. It was a beautiful, emotional experience for the both of us. We thrived in the Victoria summer, raising a bountiful garden and visiting as many parks and beaches as we could. We rode bikes often, and I drew intense joy out of the feeling of my strong legs and the wind in my face. Adena worked hard all summer, then began her career as a grad student at UVIC, and I would ride to campus at her side, then ride back home to feed the cats and cook dinner.

We had the great pleasure of attending my good friend's beautiful wedding, then later had the opportunity to speak at a few events. Adena's beautiful videos were our introduction, and I could feel my eyes welling with tears as we relived our story. Being selected as the keynote speaker for a major CF fundraiser was a great honour, and even though I was so nervous at the podium that I was shaking, I felt strong and proud with Adena by my side.

During the winter, our energy levels waned and we focused on keeping healthy and supporting one another. We celebrated Thanksgiving, Channukah, and Christmas. Tonight we are staying home to cuddle up close and appreciate the wonderful year we have had. We look forward to more big changes in 2015, and as always we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all your love and support. May you all have a healthy and joyous 2015!

giving back

My capacity for stress is easily overwhelmed, and I am walking a fine and delicate balance. I don't have the energy in my reserves for a long post, but I want to share a couple of photographs. 

We shared James' ECMO experience to a warm and generous audience at the Canadian Cardiovascular Congress Conference in Vancouver. These experts are among the reasons that James is alive, and felt safe and comfortable in the ICU. We are extremely grateful for their sincere dedication and commitment. It was an honour to be able to share our perspectives.

 My pride for James is endless. (I am less inclined to be in photographs):

It was wonderful to give voice to our experiences, but I am feeling rather emotionally depleted from the event. We have enough distance from James' re-transplant to be able to feel safe and secure in James' health, but I still find the flood of memories a significant challenge. We received a lot of support, but, to be honest, I don't feel remarkable. I survived, but I'm still healing. I have a lot of dear friends in the same position. We don't feel strong. We don't feel resilient. We cope to get through the days. We navigate without a compass. We come through the dark with our own wounds. 


We also participated in the National Inside Ride Tour for Coast to Coast Against Childhood Cancer in honour and memory of Tamara for our second year as "Team Tamara Cycling Chefs". We carry Tamara in our hearts each and every single day. She was an exceptional child. She exuded an abundance of love, and had an incredible passion for life. It still doesn't make sense. James and Tamara were fighting for their lives at the same time. James came home. Tamara never did. It feels good to give back, but it won't bring Tamara home. We cycled and danced our hearts out for you, T.

(I cannot take credit for these photographs. I wasn't able to locate the name of the photographer from the event).

It has turned into a longer post than expected (and I didn't even details that long list of sources of stress). 

We are well. We are well enough. Last week, James had a short admission in the hospital for nausea and vomiting, but of course, James bounced back. He has resumed his role in taking care of me. I need some of that strength and resilience. He has it all.

back home for a year!

Last night, James and I were awake in the wee hours marveling at the passage of time. We moved back home after James' re-transplant on September 18, 2013. It has been an exceptional year (to say the very least). We reflect back on the ebbs and flows, and the delicate balancing act that has become our lives, with complete and utter amazement. There are days that our lives still feel exceptionally surreal. It is strange to consider the leaps and bounds of change (and growth). 

We have always done our very best to project optimism and hope, but at the same time, James and I were always very honest with ourselves and with each other. We prepared ourselves for James' death on many different levels during James' re-transplant journey. We filed the appropriate paperwork. We had in-depth conversations about end-of-life decision-making in response to each indication of disease progression and further deterioration of James' health. We shared desperate words of love and sentiment with deep-seated fears (and unbearable grief) that each critical moment could be the final departure. We even called the funeral home to inquire about transportation arrangements after reaching the limits of medical intervention, and awaiting miraculous change, following James' post-transplant complications. 

All of those memories remain vivid with emotion. Yet, James is alive with the energies of childhood freedoms. We are firmly grounded in our lives. We are actively alive. We are dreaming of a future that extends beyond the day, week, or even month. It is a strange concept in the aftermath of our experiences. Our return to the world of the living has been a process unto itself. We are incredibly grateful to be here. 

Our lives are as complicated as ever, but in the most wonderful of ways. (We enjoy all forms of normalcies). We are going through a lot of change and transition, and in the process of major decision-making that would not have been possible a year ago. We never lose sight of our gratitude. 

As for this blog, I would love to see transformation here, as well. It would take conscious effort to return to habit, and commitment to a purpose or direction. I am definitely taking into consideration the possibility of writing more actively about our daily lives. I would need to dedicate some time and space to the act. The challenges remain simultaneously different, but similar, as our past experiences inform our present lives. For now, I just thought it was important to share the milestone.

final days of summer

I lost another blog post into the virtual world. The disappointment did not linger, and I am making another attempt to write. I have sentence fragments, partial paragraphs, and random thoughts scrawled on scrap paper from the last few weeks. I sit down to write, and I get caught in the emotion. It does not translate well (or easily) into language. Sometimes, I feel as though I repeat myself over and over again. I do not have a lot to write. It is the same, but with different words, I suppose.

A couple of weeks ago, James had a minor procedure (of no concern, I promise). It is always strange to be back in the hospital. James and I are both quick to panic without a reassuring handhold. I was repeatedly asked to leave his side without reason. I automatically returned to a state of fight. It was difficult to remain calm. I complied for the first request, and James insisted on my immediate return. It is a practice that is impossible to make sense of, and I had to be assertive. I was taken back to the weeks (and months) of constant advocacy that were required to be part of James' care in the ICU. Now, I had to fight to be present for vital sign readings, and medical history questionnaires. We both wanted to scream. We wanted our histories to be known. We didn't want to re-live any amount of trauma without one another. The fluorescent lights and smell of ammonia are enough to trigger a flood of memories. 

The surgery required general anesthesia, and James was gone from my side for four hours for a twenty-minute operation. I could not remain in the waiting room. I was not allowed to be present in the recovery room, nor was I told of the location. I walked the grounds of the hospital, found a small labyrinth, and foraged for wild blackberries. A few hours later, I made an attempt to write:

"I walked a labyrinth a couple of hours ago. The goal was not meditation, but rather, distraction. James was in the OR for a minor procedure, and I could not bare the waiting room. (Did I ever write about the waiting room? It is an experience unto itself). I thought a lot about writing; everything that I wrote about, and everything that I left inside. My body still holds memories at a cellular level. There is still a lot to share." One day, I hope to find the courage to share those parts of our story.

It is always a relief to walk away from the hospital. 

We are preparing for a lot of changes and transitions in the coming weeks. I might need to take to the blog more often. (In the least, I will need to find reason to procrastinate from graduate studies). James is eager to move forward, but I move with a lot more caution. I anticipate change with a nervousness about all the potential uncertainties. It is incredible to bare witness to all the various manifestations of fear in my life. I cannot escape it. I am always aware of its presence. (These are some of the realities of healing from ICU-related PTSD. This NY Times article, "Nightmares After The ICU," is an excellent read). 

That being said, I will not (and do not) allow fear to take away from the preciousness of our time together. We surround ourselves with love, and fill our hours with laughter and joy. We continue to spend a lot of time in nature. (There is a lot of healing to be found on the beach and in the forest). We enjoy reading in the hammock in the shade, and bicycle rides in the evenings. We have been rewarded with an abundance of fruits and vegetables in our garden. We discover new recipes and insist on eating well. 

That reminds me, I forgot that James had a CF Clinic at the start of the month. (Food and Cystic Fibrosis are intrinsically linked together). My update from Facebook: 

"A short Cystic Fibrosis Clinic update! James has gained 14lbs in the last six months! Fourteen pounds! Amazing, right? This has not been an easy feat with James' digestive issues. (Thank you, Rumble)! 

Best of all? James' lung function has increased by 6%. That is a major improvement. Although James's lung capacity exceeds expectation for re-transplant, and extended hospitalization, and James is no longer limited by a diminished capacity, it has always been a personal concern. We know that it is possible to lose 35% lung function overnight, and it is frightening to not have a large buffer against decline. We did not know that it was possible for his lung function to improve any further, because he has not seen any changes in his lung function since about 6 months post-transplant. 

We are certain that all of James' hard work at the gym and weight gain have contributed to this expansion in lung capacity. We'd also love to believe that the West Coast Trail and Pacific Ocean were part of his healing! Now, James has a better "buffer" against illness." 

That is all for now. A photo, or two, of course, to follow. 

living the good life

I wrote the following around James' lung transplant anniversary, but I never posted it, because it felt incomplete. It still feels incomplete, but it think it captures a lot of the complex (and often, contradictory) emotions that James and I experience on a daily basis. We are propelled forward in time,  but James and I both still carry the scars of our transplant journey. We are still on that journey. We are just in a different place:

One year later, James and I are alive. We are alive, and in love, with each other, and with life. 

One year later, James and I are no longer hostage to a disease. Our lives are not on hold. We still live with a great deal of uncertainties, but it does not prevent us from being able to live.

One year later, I continue to reflect with wonder and awe. Will it ever stop feeling surreal?

One year later, I still wake in the night to listen for James' breath, and wait for a rise in his chest. I do not have complete trust in James' health.

One year later, I still fall apart on a regular basis, but James is able to comfort and hold me. There are fewer pieces to put back together, and all of them are slowly changing shape.

One year later, James and I relish in the resilience and strengths of our bodies. We marvel at our abilities to move with ease. We enjoy a labouring of breath as an indication of health in exercise. We are active each and every single day.

One year later, I continue to cope with floods of difficult memories. We only have to look to the present for reassurance.

One year later, I am a different person. We are both different people. James' second transplant changed us in ways that would have been impossible to imagine. We are still learning to make sense of these changes, and integrate them into our identities and relationships.

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The last few months have been a whirlwind. We have not had a lot of time to slow down and reflect. I cannot always afford the energy it requires to be social and active, but I know that it has been good for both of us to start connecting and re-connecting with friends and family. All of James' relationships have changed with his long-term absence from home. It is a difficult process to negotiate these changes, and re-establish those long-standing bonds that were impossible to nourish from his ICU bed. We are all in different stages in our lives, including James' loved ones. I also have to build a foundation here in Victoria of new friendships and networks.

James and I also have to contend with another social challenge in our post-transplant realities: We don't easily relate. Our life and death experiences separate us from our peers, and have come to inform every aspect of ourselves. We live in very different day-to-day worlds. Our values and perspectives are a reflection of those long months on the edge of death: Time is precious. Life is precarious. These realities are far more than a quote to share on Facebook (about living each day as though it were the last). We don't ever get to forget them. There are no absence-minded days to reassure these worries and concerns. We cannot spare a moment of the present. 

It is difficult to explain. I suppose, I don't have trust in a future. I am grateful for the perspective that allows James and I to cherish each and every moment, but hyper-awareness is also a heavy burden, or rather, a shadow on the brightness of our days. It would be wonderful to be able to forget, even for a few moments, and relish in the normalcies of lesser concerns. I want to feel a pure happiness that does not come with thoughts about the limits on our days together. Stay in the present. Stay in the present. Stay in the present. That was the mantra that got me through those endless months in the hospital. It remains relevant (and a necessity for survival).

James copes a lot better than myself. He has always lived with a very acute sense of his own mortality. He could never take any moment for granted, which again, is a blessing, but also a heavy weight. It is the privilege of health to be able to take your moments for granted.  It is a privilege of health to be able to live those moments without the constant knowledge of the limits (to those moments).

It is very difficult to share these thoughts and feelings without some level of guilt or shame. I fear that I will project a sense of ingratitude for James' incredible gift of another chance. My feelings of gratitude are parallel to my fears about the future. It is possible to hold two very different, but simultaneous emotions, without distracting from the presence of the one another. Transplant is the exchange of one set of problems for another, and I cannot lie to myself about that, at least, not after James' rapid decline into Chronic Rejection following his first transplant. In truth, I have more gratitude each and every single day. It only continues to grow with all the memories that James and I get to create together.

Here are some photos from the last few months:

GearUp4CF (100km for Cystic Fibrosis Canada) (c) Matt Smart and Megan Leslie

GearUp4CF (c) Matt Smart and Megan Leslie

GearUp4CF (c) Matt Smart and Megan Leslie

lounging and laughter in the backyard

Those last few photographs are from the cabin on the West Coast Trail. James talked about his dream to go to the cabin every single day in the ICU. There are not enough words to describe the joy at being able to realize this dream. It was a real physical challenge, but James has been working very hard to get strong enough for the feat. We were blistered, bitten, bruised, and in complete bliss. We look forward to heading back in a couple of weeks.

bronchoscopies in Spring

I wrote the following while awaiting James' return from a bronchoscopy. James had been fighting a virus for a couple of weeks, and saw a ten percent decline in lung function. We were relieved to learn that there was no evidence of small airway disease, but rather, James had inflammation that would (and has) heal, and James' lung function would (and has) return to his baseline.

Once again, I sit in the familiarities of a waiting room. James disappears down the hall for a routine bronchoscopy, and I remain tense with the anticipation of his return to the recovery room. I know that the benefits of bronchoscopies far outweigh the potential risks, but concern still rests on my chest as an ever-present caution.

I wish I were able to distract from the weight of uncertainties. My body remembers those paralyzing fears on a certain level. I recognize the absence of threat, but I continue to experience a body-based reaction. There is a divide between the rational and the emotional. The trauma of James' second transplant is still very alive inside of me.

All hospitals are the same. The air is stale with loneliness, or rather, a certain isolation. I suppose it could be the sterility of it all. I am familiar with the strong smell of antiseptics and ammonia. The constant flickering of fluorescent lights hum along with a chorus of machines beeping in succession. There are always bodies in movement, but I feel an eerie stillness. This is a world on hold.

The haunting shadow of memories comes in all forms. I reassure myself of distance from the past, and attempt to silence my mind. I breathe into the present moment. My thoughts do not wander far from experience, but I have no desire to re-live a single moment of past. I need to feel movement in a forward direction.

Writing has become a lot more difficult. I do not recall labouring over my words by James' bedside. I suppose it has become more difficult to separate from the heaviness of my emotions. My grief has settled in the marrow of my bones. I am out of practice. I must re-learn language as an escape. My love of words remains intact.

In April, I wrote a long post about the changing of seasons. It disappeared into the virtual world, and it has taken a while to get over that disappointment. I wrote it without an internet connection, and it failed to save on the iPad app. 

We are in love with Victoria in the Spring. We are surrounded by the beauty of living energy, blossoms and blooms of re-birth, and a strong sense of renewal. We tend to our garden with love and nurturance. We have strawberries and blackberries, and apple and plum trees. We are also nursing several herbs and vegetable seedlings. Our tomatoes, beets, carrots, peas, kale, potatoes, and onions are all sprouting out from the soil. The daily growth is a wonder to witness. We love to be able to cook with contributions from the courtyard garden.

We take advantage of any and all opportunities to spend time in nature. We walk the beaches, hike the mountains, bicycle along the seaside, and relish in every moment of feeling alive. James will be one year post-transplant in a couple of days. We have been doing a lot of reflecting. I will have more thoughts to share in the coming days.