I want to share a really cool experience that happened to me yesterday. I went for in my twice annual lung transplant checkup. They did a CT scan on my lungs to get a good look. And I sat with the doctor while she looked at the images of my lungs, which were like looking through my torso as if it were made of slices of bread.
Once we got to the lungs, the thing that really struck me was how beautiful they looked. They looked soft, smooth, fresh, beautiful and alive. Like two babies. Two love birds. I felt like they were a part of me; they were mine. Like I was given them.
At that moment, I felt that out of all my possessions, these were my top possessions. Without these two beautiful lungs, I can’t enjoy anything.
Throughout my life, so many things have come and gone: people, objects, activities. But a day hasn’t gone by in the past 4 years and 3 months that I haven’t been so happy and grateful to have my lungs. It makes me think of all the desires I have for various objects and situations and people, and how they pale in comparison to having these miraculous lungs.
I’m so grateful for the experience of having lost my other lungs and received these, because it floors me how loving this gift is. It reminds me of what it might feel like to be a multimillionaire, but I think this is even better — to know and experience this kind of love, regularly.
If you’d like to be a part of this kind of gift, consider donating to Gift of Hope, or another charity supporting organ and tissue donation.
This post is dedicated to TJ (pictured to the right), who lost his life too soon, but in so doing, saved mine.