Mortality

I went to a memorial service the other day, Cleo lived 17 years after her transplant, she inspired and gave hope to those both in pre and post transplant. It was good to see so many turn out on short notice too remember a person that gave back to those that gave her life. I had the opportunity to speak with her son Richard, who I had met earlier at one of the Holiday/Christmas parties. He was moved by the fact that so many came out to tell him what Cleo meant to them.

It also got me thinking of my own mortality. I am now just over two years post transplant, 50% of those with lung transplants make 5 years. Who will miss me when I pass? Sure my immediate family, but even then there seems to have been some distance that has come between us. I have no real close relationships at this time, have not allowed myself to grow close to any women. Almost if I am damaged goods - though I am determined to live my life and enjoy each day given by this selfless act from someone I never knew.