2011 after transplant

soo.. after my transplant, life got dramatically better! I had a wonderful boyfriend who had been there throughout my transplant, I had great family and friends and most of all, I got to prom!
I wasn't going to miss prom for the world! that summer was amazing! I had TONES of energy, I'd alomost forgotton what it was like to feel so good! I went on holiday with my best friend and my family and it was the best thing ever! my best friend and I go back years and she was there throughout my transplant and the rest of my life, I wouldn't no what to do without her! so to have her with me to celebrate my life and that I managed to still be here was great!
also my mum! I was so happy! to see the releaf on her face that summer made my life so much better! I hated seeing my mum hurting during my transplant and before it, because like me, I secretly bet she thought I was going to die. This was my second chance at life, I wasn't intending to waste it!
well.. all being well, it gradually took a turn for the worst again.. In november 2011 I developed a nasty wheeze in my chest.. literally over night. I went to my local hospital and I was there for 2 weeks but nothing was working, so my doctor made the desicion to take me to Kings college for a broncosopy. I thought that this was going to make everything better..well..it didn't. I awoke from the bronc and I couldn't breathe..my sats were only at 60 and they put me straight on oxygen. I went up to HDU for the night because I was on a lot of oxygen and the ward didn't have the staff to monitor me on it. I got better and went back on the ward. It was coming up to christmas now and I was allowed home for the day, It was an ok christmas except I had a HUGE pain in my side. When I got back to the hospital I saw my mum to the door and then got ready for bed. I was fine except I had a canular in my foot because my veins were knackered! I went to bed with oxygen because I had been for the last week, and then about 3 in the morning I woke up suddenly gasping for air! I couldn't breathe at all, they had to put my oxygen up to 8 litres but it still wasn't enough, so they took my down to HDU again, where I just slumped myself over the side of the bed struggling for air. I was like this for a week, they tired everything, they tried, the bird, the nippy and higher oxygen, all of which help breathe for you, but none were working. I was tired, I couldn't move, I begged and begged them to put me on a ventilator until eventually they decided it was the only way I had any chance of survival.  so, they wheeled me into intensive care and all I remember was them telling me that I was going to be put to sleep, all I kept saying was thank you, thank you so much. The next time I rememeber was when I awoke, just before they took my ventilator out, I was all puffy and had to be put on kidney Dialis because my kidneys had stopped working. I was so cold so they had to but a bear hugger on me (basically an electric blanket) I was on the ventilator for three weeks and no one knew if I was going to be able to come off or not. I had to be on Dialis for a further week because my kidneys just weren't playing ball! This time was worse than my transplant though because I was literally so weak I couldnt even move my arms. I had to gradually move them and when I did they didn't waste any time in trying to get me to move! I had to go in a hoist to be strapped into this machine called an arjo, it basically helps you stand up again. I eventually got moved to the normal ward where I still had to pratice on the arjo and then I got to go on standing by myself. I then took very small steps and I was so prund that I cried! aha what a whip! I'm so greatful for my physcios and the nurses! they put up with all my bad moods! and I'm so greatful for my family and friends for never ever giving up on me and the fact that they always believed in me!