Life After a Lung Transplant

My name is Ken Carrell; I am a right lung transplant as of April 12, 2008. I was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis in June of 2003. I can still remember the moment the Pulmonologist told me, "You understand this is a terminal disease." My wife and I were in shock.

I continued to work and not need oxygen until February 14th of 2008.

Today you received a phone call you have anxiously been waiting for and now you are on your way to the hospital. An organ donor has been found and you are going to get a second chance at life. The hospital staff gets you prepped and ready for surgery, but then you are given the news; the organ is not viable. You will have to go back home tonight and wait for another phone call.

In 2007 when Mike was 44 years old, he thought that he was going through the normal process of becoming middle aged -- gaining weight and becoming short of breath with exertion. Since he was a self-proclaimed “couch potato,” he figured that his lifestyle was also a factor. However his difficulty breathing became so severe that he knew something was wrong.

It's been two years since Kerry Geron had a bi-lateral lung transplant. She had to face the reality that transplant was her only hope once all the “can‟ts” started piling up. She had to give up volleyball, ice hockey, yoga and it took a lot of creativity to play with her kids.

THE ROAD TO LUNG TRANSPLANT

It was early December 2004 and my daughter Amy had just come home from an appointment with our family doctor. She told me that doctor wanted me to call for an appointment so he could see about my cough. I have always had a cough from my sinus but now the cough was more intense and almost continuous.