Double Lung Transplant Recipient
On November 14th it will be exactly seven years since my sister under-went surgery, too extensive for most reasonably healthy people to imagine possible to endure.
Her double lung transplant gave her a new lease on life and with four daughters to care for there was much for her to live for.
Beverley and I are soul mates, how so? After all, we are as opposite as one would find between two sisters. Beverley’s interests are many and varied but rest assured they all differ to mine. So opposite are we, that even our likes and dislikes in most foods differ and the list goes on and on. Our personalities are clearly unalike so this is what I attribute our friendship to.
It all comes down to tolerance and respect for the others view points and I am proud of this fact as I do believe these two attributes are lacking in today’s society.
Beverley’s kindness towards others, I would have to shamefully admit outshines mine and most who know her. Not surprisingly, she indulged me in an unforgettable outing recently despite the fact that she had been in ill health prior to the day’s outing. Attending the Jersey Boy’s show had dual gratitude from me that day, her effort to be with me the other.
The rare condition, eosinophilic granulomatisis had taken its toll, her frame being so weak, that the family and friends prayed for her recovery. There is no doubt in my mind that it was her positive attitude and strong will power that got her through the ordeal.
I was living overseas at the time making it only possible to communicate with her by phone. Compelled to speak to her soon after initial recovery, I phoned to wish her well and extend my love and in my flurry for words I asked “does it hurt?” I’ll never live it down asking such a question. Her reply was “Oh no, I’ve just been almost sawn through”.
She laughed at my stupidity!
Leading up to the transplant operation, Beverley was continually on oxygen and every action was an exhausting effort but one never heard her complain.
My heart sank when I arrived at Sydney airport the year before her operation to visit her only to see her there to meet me, weak and on oxygen and every step an ordeal.
How brave she always is!
Irrespective of our differences they are minor in the big picture of life itself. Beverley humbles me and all who know her in her zest for life as she continues to have setbacks with her health.
Sadly her daughter Jacqueline has undergone the same surgery but displays the same bravery as her mum.
My wish as I relate the above is that families of all walks of life appreciate one another and have the ability to put differences aside.
I humbly request a thought for Beverley from the readers of this account as she celebrates seven well spent and well deserved years on the 14th November 2011.
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