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Lindsay's message :)

Submitted by Brie on Fri, 05/22/2009 - 3:27pm

Hey everyone. So Lindsay emailed me today and asked me to post this blog for her. I hope you all enjoy it! We'll get her a login and password soon so she can post whenever she wants but for now I'm the go to girl :). Enjoy her letter :)

 

          Its Lindsay!
 
So do you know what it is like to take a deep breath.... CAUSE I DO!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi everyone I miss you all. As you all know I received my transplant on May 02, 2009! I was so thrilled when I got my 2nd call 2 days later. I was so disappointed the first time it didn't happen. I'm not even sure where to begin to tell you all whats has been going on from my perspective. All I remember was being told they'd take me at 10pm on May 01. The doctors kept coming back and saying just a little longer. Well I was tired and hungry! I hadn't eaten since 1pm that day. I had KFC cause I was craving it and I knew it would be a long while before I had it again. I arrived at Stanford at 4pm with Brie, they took 12 more vials of blood from me, as if they hadn't taken 16 two days prior. I had to shower and scrub my chest with some pink soapy sponge. I then began to just sit and wait. This time seemed for real. For some reason I had a feeling that first call I got wasn't the right time. As the night went on my friends and family began to show up one by one. Brie, Susan, Dad, Jared, Amie, Erik Steve, Nicole,Amy, Missy, Lub, Misuk, Ray, Craig, Brad, Janis, Jenna, and Jessica. I even talked to a few people before I went in which was nice. My sister and Fern began their long trip home from Utah where they were when I got my call. I love them both. I thank all of you who showed up and stayed the whole time. Although, I did see all that food in the lobby why couldn't you have at least snuck me a little piece???? HAHA. The transport team finally came and got me around 2am. I was so ready. I wasn't nervous at all. I called Rebecca one more time in the elevator to say ill see her in the morning. I think seeing everyone of you got me through. I then was rolled into this hallway where they let me say good night to my family and friends. I gave about 20 hugs before and glad I got to give them all. I never even shed a tear until this point because I knew God had a plan and this was it!
I was wheeled into a hallway where I saw 2 rooms with tons of doctor stuff. I was then transferred to some itty bitty table that I barely fit on. I was strapped down and I didn't like that at all. I was like um can you at least do that when I'm asleep I'm not going anywhere, I want this so bad. The nurse guy asked what kind of music I liked and he would play some for me. Well he just put on something and I was like eh whatever. So they started to prep me. They began certain Ivs and catheters and the next thing you know they nurse said, “ok we got the go ahead.” I looked at the clock and it said 2;35am. Man I was tired. He placed some mask on me and I was out! From here I remember coming to and began to see each family member of mine and friend that was there the night before. I lost a day and didn't realize it for a few days after. I could see faces and knew who you were but I can't say I completely remember what I said to you. I then was transferred into another ICU room where they sat me out of bed the 3rd day. Wow crazy! I was still drugged up and there but not enough to not know what was going on. I was still so thrilled to see my family for 30mins every 2 hours. I think that next day I was moved to my own room at 5pm. Oh thank goodness. Things were getting better I was getting stronger. I went through a few rough nights where I was hallucinating and called people at 6am wondering why they weren't at my place hanging out. I was in tears. I was given two strong medicines that put me to sleep but they also made me hallucinate. It would have been better if I could have been on some nice island :) hehe. I was out of the hospital on the 12th at 4pm. I moved to my apartment across the street here from Stanford where I will be for about a month and a half to recover. Rebecca, Susan, Jared, Cassie, and Christine helped me move into my apartment. They went shopping for me and made this place home for me now. I cant drive for 3 months :( till my sternum heals correctly. I have to have a care taker with me 24/7 right now till I'm healed. I thank each and everyone of you who have stayed with me: Rebecca, Jared, Briezy, Erik and Rachele. Sorry for all the restless nights. Thank you to those who have come and made me dinner, brought me lunch, just visited and just called. I need to hear from all of you and it makes me happy when I do. There will be many more nights to come too cause my recovery isn't over just yet. I hope to get my stitches out Friday and then my IV on Monday. After Monday I think ill be so much more comfortable. I want to thank all of you who have prayed and are continuing to do so. I need your calls and visits too. You all have gotten me through this one way or another. I have never told anyone this yet, but I had a dream one night that I saw each and every single person I know and each of you said encouraging words to me. From then on I knew I'd get through this. I am so thankful to my donor. He saved my life! The one thing I know about my donor is he was a young man. So now I have Big Boy lungs in me:) I have been asked several times what I plan on doing once I'm recovered. Its hard to say, cause there is so much I want to do. I want to RUN, travel, go snowboarding in New Zealand, I hope you all are saving your money! Before you know it ill be back on my feet and the world cant stop me now!!!! 
 
Always,
 
Lindsay Dawn
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