Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Organ donations don't just prolong lives, they save lives.

I read a recent article in the paper about someone receiving an organ donation, and how this 'prolonged their life'.

The whole article kind of bugged me, and I've finally worked out why; 


Consider this; you will never make it onto a transplant waiting list unless your doctors feel that you have no other option. That most likely, you have less than 2 years to live with the damaged organs that you have. It's no easy thing, making it onto this magic list; it involves countless tests, counselling, and heart wrenching decisions. And after the HF that it is to agree to go on the list (Am I ready? Am I sick enough? Will I be too sick later if I delay?) you may still not be accepted if tests reveal you to be too risky for transplantation (and I get that doctors have to make incredibly hard decisions based on the evidence and experience they have, as organs are scarce, but still, it makes me so unbelievably sad.... because then what? Home, and wait for the inevitable? This is a reality for many). But anyway, I digress, say you do get to join the magic list, and you're not one of the 1 in 3 who die waiting (due to a massive shortage of people signing up as organ donors and crucially telling their loved ones about their wishes) and you receive those so vitally needed organs from a generous stranger; then is this saving your life, or prolonging it? 


I mean, we all die, right? If I grab a child about to run across the road, rather than allowing them to run right in front of a balding Audi driver with an inner rage issue; am I saving their life, or prolonging it? If that child lived then, but later tragically died 5 years later in another way, would my saving them initially be any less worthy? 

What worries me is that telling people that organ donation 'prolongs' rather than 'saves' lives might mean less people sign up. Will it make people think their decision is any less valuable, important, worthy, vital, altruistic, generous.....kind? 

Lung transplantion in CF is not a cure. I get that. So you may say that technically, the 'prolong' bit may be in some way correct. If Isaac had a lung transplant he would be swapping one set of treatments (treatment for lung infections and inflammation) for another (anti rejection), and he would still have CF in his other organs. It would be no easy ride, of that I am sure. There would be huge risks; side effects; unknowns. And possibly - limited life expectancy still. But do we measure life in days? Or happiness,  passions, friends, family, quality of life, potential, love? Is he not worthy of that chance, however much longer that chance would give him? 

And what of the donor? And their family? Would the fact that the recipient only lived a few more years make their gift any less valuable? I don't think so. 

We have a lot to learn yet about chronic rejection after transplant, and many continue to fall victim while we do, but there are organ recipients living decades post transplant. Seriously, decades! How great is that? 

Live life then give life. Please sign up for organ donation here and remember, if you don't tell your loved ones of your choice, then signing up alone is meaningless as the decision remains with them at that tragic time when you shuffle off this mortal coil. 

With love x 

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Greetings from the South of France.

Clinic went OK. His lung function was down 9%. Not good. Over 10% and they like to action more treatment. Hoping that it was just a bad day, and that we are not heading towards IV's (he starts Secondary school in 2 weeks, so that would be the worst timing). 

Lab results are back and his PseudoA infection is rampant again, despite 3 weeks of extra treatment recently for this (Cipro). Really not good. 

We are away, and have Cipro with us to treat him again, but a side effect of this drug is serious sun sensitivity. He gets burnt in an English Winter on this stuff - so it's not compatible with 30 degree + sunshine in Montpellier. So we have to wait until we get back. Or he gets more symptomatic, in which case we may have to come home early. 

This place is beautiful, and the kids are having a ball. It's so hard sometimes, the balance of life and what is best for his health. 

For now, we will enjoy every day we have here. And hope that the car gets us home when we do leave (it was not a happy bunny on the way here, it took 21 hours with numerous stops to cool engine and add oil galore). 

The good news; Rosa is swimming without buoyancy aids. Anouk is loving French markets and new dresses. I passed my recent exams. We are 17 people here, we eat, we drink, we swim, and listen to Kurt Vile. It's wonderful. 

Bonne nuit et une bonne santé x 

Note to burglars; we have house sitters and an over enthusiastic dog 😜 

Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Drugs, money and mucous.

Hard on my heart, but true.... this. Great blog.

Clinic this week; He is well. Wishing for fabulous lung function results. It's always just A NUMBER, and I know we shouldn't just look at the numbers. But it's ALWAYS a worry. Worry is my forever companion. I love him so much x

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Sensationalism.

Dismayed to see sensationalist stuff in the paper today (see here) about PReP, a drug which prevents HIV infection, and how a ruling which enables widespread prescribing of this highly effective drug to be 'preventing children with CF having life saving drugs'. The problem is exactly the same, decisions have to be taken as long as the NHS has a limited pot of money, and big pharmaceuticals insist they need to recoup costs on new drugs to fund research into the next wonder drug. What is the government doing about this? To create a level playing ground that helps all? This playing off of one drug/condition against another helps no one - there has to be a middle ground here. Why is there not more in the news about the work that could be done to build bridges between those developing these life changing drugs and those funding them? (Meanwhile Theresa May's leopard print shoes make other exciting headline news). 

ANYHOW! A health update as promised. Isaac is having a great month, tummy never altogether great, but not awful, and relying a lot less on the anti-sickness meds. I think it's helps that it's the holidays and he gets to sleep a bit later. Chest wise he is really good right now; this feels like the longest stretch out of hospital in a long long time (I have decided to cease to believe in luck and jinxing... So feel safe to say this now, without fear that it will all go wrong tomorrow. Luck is what we make it). People with CF tend to need more salt in the hot weather (the basis of CF is the abnormal movement of salt and water across cells) and Isaac takes salt tablets all year round because of his digestive problems, but in summer especially he gets very tired unless he snacks on salty stuff too. The CF diet is very much the antithesis of ours! 

The kids are all enjoying the holidays, lots of paddling pool action, and we have lots planned, before the BIG school start in September (Rosa to Primary, Isaac to Secondary). We are busy working on the house (converting the garage into a games room). So for now, life is good. And I am feeling very lucky. One thing about a life with CF, or similar, is that it makes you really appreciate the good bits. Always smelling the roses. 

Good night all, and thank you x 

Eva wrote that before her death she wanted to leave;

a mark on the world
a difference
some proof that i had been here
something to say that i mattered
that when my body left this world my soul had made its imprint


Read this to see how Eva's family continue her legacy.