In a Funk

I don’t know if it’s the weather and the lack of sunlight, the medication, or just being alone, but I’ve been in a funk for the last three days. I don’t feel hopeless, or depressed, etc. I just feel BLAH, like I just don’t feel like getting out of bed. I’ve gotten up to shower, I have gone out when I have to, eaten when I’ve been hungry, and all that normal stuff, but my emotions just feel flat. Maybe I’m just anxious to get home to Casper. My six months post transplant is coming so fast and I can’t wait to be back home. January is coming to an end, February is a short month, all I have to do is get thru March and I’m home free.

Physically I feel amazing! I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. After being sick for so long you forget what you’re old normal use to feel like. If I didn’t get any better from today forward I would be OK with that. The idea that my body could feel better than it does in this moment seems nothing short of miraculous. Which begs the question, why am I feeling so BLAH? I should be happy, joyous, ecstatic, that in just 15 and a half weeks I’m feeling this amazing after a heart transplant. Humble, grateful, thankful, are also some things I should be feeling, but right now I just feel sad for my donor and her family; she was so young! And maybe right now I’m feeling a little unworthy of this gift. What did I do to deserve this second chance?

Healing from a heart transplant is more than just your body healing from a massive surgery, but also your mind wrapping itself around the idea that another human being has to lose their life  in order for yours to be saved. Conceptually, I wrapped my brain around it before the transplant, but when it actually happened, everything I thought I got right in my head doesn’t seem so right anymore. I want to live, but at the cost of another life? I know she was gone already, how I’m not sure, and I know she wanted to donate her organs. I pray God has an amazing plan for her in eternal life and I pray I will make her proud of the life I will live given the second chance she gave me. Right now I just weep for her, put my hand on my chest, and thank her for this heart!

Tomorrow will be better…

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