Remember the bad old days

I’ve only started on this new life, but I think I’ve traveled far enough to offer a small piece of advice. At least something that’s working for me.

When you get frustrated with the side effects of your meds, angry with your transplant team for their seemingly emotionless responses, afraid of what might happen next, or feeling alone and depressed, think back.

Back to before that telephone call.

Back when you struggled for each breath, dreading the next hospitalization, and wondering if you’d get out this time. When you spent your days and nights at the end of a length of plastic tubing connected to an oxygen generator. When, try as they might, the people around you couldn't hide the sadness in their smiles.

Remember the bad old days. And you'll realize how good you've got it now.