That’s one of the things I keep asking myself on those long walks with Bernie. I’m not who I used be; that sick guy who spent so much time in doctor’s offices and hospitals, who siphoned off so much of my wife’s life. Thank God for that. But I’m not who I was before that, either. To be honest, I hardly remember him. It was almost twenty years ago when I was first diagnosed with C.O.P.D and began the long slide down.
In the beginning of my recovery I was the man who had a double lung transplant. That persona enveloped my life. I wrote a poem about Camellia Rose, the bed and breakfast in
But eventually even the best material wears out – cloth and well as transplant stories. That’s when I started thinking who am I – really? And realized how fortune I was. This new life has given me a new chance to decide. And every day, Bernie and I are working on it.
The real point here is that whether you’ve lived though an extraordinary experience or not, you have a chance everyday to decide who you are.
Hi Larry. Thank you. I hope your blog will encourage others as it has me. And it helps to know others even though they have never met are in your corner rooting for you. Thank you so much my friend.
ReplyDeleteDorothy in Michigan
Hi Larry, Enjoyed reading your blog. I got the link from Secondwind. I have had my double lung transplant 9 years (next month). It is surely an
ReplyDeleteexciting ride. I agree with you that still after 9 years, I sometimes ask the question Who Am I? I am not really the person I was before the transplant, but I haven't quite figured out yet who I am now. Some days it changes from day to day!. None the less, I am thankful to be alive and living a full life! Take care, Irene Overton