Lets just say the only good day of my life was the day I was born. After that it was all down hill. I was not expected to leave to hospital at birth. Then it was 6 months, 2years, age of 4, 7, 10. Once I was old enough to understand what was happening to me I stopped caring how long the doctors thaught I would live. code blue's too many to remember, Clinicly dead 2-3 not sure the doctors don't always tell you. I got my lungs transplanted a little over four years ago. 20 hours of surgery in a 48 hour period. They esentialy had to do the operation twice. Hours after they thaught they finished they did x-rays and found out the almost all of the attachments did not hold. If it could go wrong it did. There were a couple days when the doctors did nothing becasue there was nothing else to try. Once again I dumbfound the doctors and 2 1/2 months icu 1 1/2 of witch drug induced comba, another month of ventalator ,learn to walk again, O by the way your diabetic now and hears your tacklebox full of pills three times a day.

But all is good now sord of. My day to day is great compared to what it was but the daily upkeap and the frequent hospitlizations are a bit of a drag.