Half a Loaf Is Better Than Nothing
I had a thought the other day. If I get a transplant, I may have a healthy new heart, but it will still be pumping blood through the same old arteries, prone to collecting plaque, In some places still occluded and too narrow to clean out. I’m still going to have spinal stenosis, running almost the complete length of my back. I’ll be better, but I won’t be all fixed up and a brand new man.
Of course, I’m not really expecting to be a brand new man. I’m going to be deliriously happy if I no longer need to take a break walking from the store to my car. If I don’t wake up in the middle of the night choking. If I can once again carry my own laundry basket up a flight of stairs and not be too winded to fold and hang up the clothes. Little things mean a lot.
And Now For Something Completely Different.
Heart transplants are expensive. Getting a bunch of dental work so you can be listed for an expensive heart transplant is expensive. Getting a continuous glucose monitor and insulin pump so you can get your A1c down so you can be listed for an expensive heart transplant is kind of expensive too (not expensive compared to a heart transplant but on top of everything else, it adds up too). Moving so you are close enough to your transplant facility is also expensive.
There’s a theme here. I am looking at a ton of bills all coming from a bunch of places, many of them at the same time. If I had a few years to save up, it wouldn’t be as crushing, but then, if I had enough years I might not need the heart transplant just yet.
A family member, my almost daughter-in-law, has set up a Go Fund Me account to help with these bills. If you have it in you to help, I would be grateful. Here’s the link:
