12/01/2025
May 17th, 2025, was my two-year transplant anniversary. I didn't want to post again until my three-year anniversary, but so much has happened since May 17th of last year. Where do I start?
On June 30th of this year, I was heading to an appointment. Since it's close to home, I walked. I took one step down my apartment stairs and felt a pop. I kept going, thinking nothing of it. As I kept walking, it started to become painful, but, being the strong person I am, I kept going. I walked back home, and my foot was swollen. I went to the ER, and it was a Jones fracture—a break in the base of the fifth metatarsal bone on the outside of the foot. I saw an orthopedist and spent three months in a boot with no weight on my right foot, using crutches and a knee scooter to get around. Being me, I was only worried about not being able to work because I love working.
Let's go back to a month after the fracture, August 8. I was sent for a DEXA scan to measure my bone density because there was no way I could fracture my foot just by stepping down on it. Test results came in, and on August 27, I received the news that I have osteoporosis. I heard the doctor talk, but I wasn't listening. I was processing all of it, processing that my foot was not healing on its own and the news that I have osteoporosis. I felt defeated, tired of being strong, with emotions all over the place for a whole day. But I picked myself up, as I always do, and adjusted to everything. Anti-rejection medications help to keep your new organs working, but like with other medications, there are side effects or new diagnoses. On October 22, I was able to walk on my foot again with the boot for two weeks and then with regular shoes. I've been doing well with walking and am currently on a new medication for osteoporosis.
On November 23, I started seeing floaters in my right eye, which normally happens after my eye injections. However, I then began to experience blurriness or fogginess in my right eye. I'll keep this short since it has been a long couple of months. They think it's a vitreous hemorrhage/PVD (posterior vitreous detachment). I'm seeing my ophthalmologist in a couple of days to determine what can be done and to get an exact diagnosis. I am living, I am thankful, I am strong, I am determined, and I am blessed to be here on this earth, no matter the lows. I do not write these posts for pity or attention, as I have never been an attention seeker. I write these posts for others to know that they are not alone in whatever situation they are going through, so that they know to keep fighting, stay strong, and stay positive. It's okay to feel defeated at times, but it will be okay just keep going,do not give up.
