On April 13th at around 2pm-ish I got a call from Brigham and Women's asking me to come in for a transplant. After packing things up my parents and I zoomed up to the hospital. After getting there I learned things were a go and was prepped for surgery. At around 1am on the 14th they were done with my surgery.
Fast forward to the Sunday after that. That's the first day I remember being able to connect events together. Everything has gone well with the surgery and I am recovering nicely. Within two days I'm eating solid foods and being ready to moved to what they call Step Down. Step Down is where you go through the second stage of your recovery. They have you exercise every day to get your new lung working better and start to get you learning about what the rest of your recovery will be like.
Unfortunately, after a day or two in Step Down I had a setback and went into acute rejection. At the time they weren't sure if it was rejection or infection or what, so they were treating me for everything. This also meant going back under sedation as they put me back on the ventilator. I pretty much don't remember anything between then and waking up a week or so later in a fairly confused state.
I'll continue this tale in one of my next posts so that this doesn't get too long.