So, what do you do when faced with
life changing choices? I'm talking about a serious type of life changing
choice. Not the kind of choice you may make at the grocery store on which
cereal is best for your figure. Nor the choice of brick color for your new
mailbox. But, instead, a choice that actually changes your quality of
life. Even more than a move to another state without any job prospect...
Although that is indeed a big choice to make! No, this choice involves
something even bigger. It's actually probably more like a chance to take,
than a choice to make.... Or maybe its a little of both – a second
chance at life.
I've already had a second
chance at life when I was in my twenties. That was the chance
that chemo and radiation would kill the cancer running rampant in my body.
It did.
Then, just before turning 50, my body
decided I needed yet another chance at life with more cancer... Again chemo and
radiation to kill it. Again success. So that would be my 2nd
second chance at life.
Now, 7 years later, I am faced with
yet another choice .... Late effect - side effects, from my previous second
chance and 2nd second chance cancer treatments, have given me an
opportunity for yet a.... What would it be called? A 3rd second chance at
life? Yes, I believe that may be right.... A 3rd second chance at
life. Instead of cancer this time, its my failing heart. The
collateral damage from the second and 2nd second chance
chemo/rads is causing my heart to fail. There is nothing to fix this type
of damaged heart. As each month, day, hour passes, my heart will only become weaker and less efficient. The pace maker/defibrillator I
had installed in January this year, was not able to do the trick and increase
my heart's performance. Instead, my Ejection Fraction dropped, making my
heart less efficient at moving fluids within my body. There are meds that
I take to help keep blood pressure low, and to aid in lowering heart rate (that
one is the hardest to control). There are meds to thin my blood, reducing risk of blood clots and stroke, plus meds to help my body release fluids it can't do on its own. I no longer pick up the salt shaker at
meals, and aspire to keep my daily intake of sodium below 1500 mg, which btw is
extremely hard to do! I do my best at it.... However, there are times I
stray for that favorite food item.... Some things are needed to enjoy life!
:)
Decisions... choices.... only two.
Either allow the heart to decline until it completely fails, which
results in a relatively young death. Or, follow the 3rd second chance choice
I may have. Which is trade in my achey breaky heart for a healthy heart.
This 3rd second chance is not easy for a number of reasons.
One, its my heart.... Seriously. MY heart. I only have one,
so I wouldn't want something to go wrong, and wind up with none. That's
kinda like the first choice I have. Another is... its MY heart.... Its
not a titanium knee or hip replacement.... its MY heart.... I've had it for 57
years... It's been overflowed with love and joy, filled with pictures I have
told my kids I have taken with it in order to always hold them close and not
forget their childhood memory made together. It's full of that special bonding love for my partner, children, siblings, nieces, nephews.... It's been broken a few times over by
loves I once had, and its felt the emptiness when those close to me have lost
their lives. That's just to name a few things MY heart contains.
And now for the most discerning of this 3rd
second chance concept. It is by far the one that overwhelms me
..... my heart would be replaced with another heart from a stranger who has
somehow lost their life. An amazing stranger who has made it clear they
have pre decided to give the gift of life after their own has been lost.
The ultimate gift of a second life. How incredibly and totally
unselfish is that? And while that stranger's family and loved ones
are grieving the loss, of their incredible, unselfish, loved one, feeling like
their own hearts are ripped out and emptied.... I would be accepting my 3rd
second chance at life. I have no words left, as this concept is
bigger than I am at the moment.
So, here's where I am in all this 3rd
second chance at a prolonged life. I am planning a consult with a
well known and loved heart transplant surgeon, here in Dallas, who will lay it
on the line. First of all, will I be a candidate for a transplant?
I've already had two major cancers. I know I am at higher risk for
additional cancer. Will I be strong enough to survive this incredibly
difficult surgery? How much time till my strength beats a chance to be on
the candidate list? I know I would be subject to lots of testing to
ensure there are no active cancer cells lingering about. Additional tests
to qualify me in various ways for size, blood type, etc... And then,
maybe, just maybe, fit the criteria to be on the transplant recipient list.
The transplant programs and hospitals do not take risks that would cause
their transplant success rate any avoidable harm. Their programs and
funding rely on successful transplants. Plus, I would not want to be that
risk and take away a heart from someone else who needs a second chance at life.
My 3rd second chance of life
is still on the shelf...there will be consults and tests. It has several
things hinging on the outcome of both. It will take time..... and time is
not my friend.
This will be the beginning of a
series of updates I will post as I go through these next steps for my potential
3rd
second chance at life.
A Fighter...
Cin
*** As a side note, I had
Assignment #3 to do for my friends at The Live Sincerely Project. Whereby,
we were asked to write what part of the Live Sincerely Pledge we felt
akin to. I actually chose a phrase they have on their home page (http://thelivesincerelyproject.com)
that I first fell in love with. This is the phrase "If there is one
thing to learn from our own mortality, it’s how important it is to live
sincerely. ". I take from that phrase I have one life on this earth
to live. One. And within my one life, there will be times when
"Life is unfair and scary and hard and confusing and painful and fleeting
and amazing and connecting and fun and wonderful and beautiful". So
by all means, always, and in all ways, it is extremely important to me to live
sincerely. I pledge to myself to live it, embrace it, pay it forward.
Throughout my life, people have told
me I am strong. It is indeed a complement. However, we are all
strong in our own ways. I find it amazing that we actually don't know how
strong we are, until being strong is the only choice we have. But, quite
often, strength eludes me. And although I may appear strong, I'm not
really. I'm no different than anyone else. All this health shit
scares me. I become totally fearful of what might be next. I lay awake at
night thinking about it. But, I will say, if there is one single thing I
would want others to think, feel, and remember about me.... it would be
"there goes a fighter....". It fits me better.... It is what I do. I
fight. I strive for defeating the
opponent. http://ow.ly/1WVWRj
“Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me,
say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a
fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to
me, say to me
This one's a fighter” - song
lyrics by Gym Class Heroes
A Fighter...
Cin
