Heart4Ash (Skwig)

This week was kind of stressful for me. On Monday, I decided to call and make an appointment to see a high risk OBYGN doctor. I was able to see the doctor the same week on Friday. I thought it was going to be away til  I could see him, but the person on the phone squeezed us in. Tuesday at work I wasn't even there. My mind was so scattered because of this upcoming appointment. I literally couldn't function. That evening we went to the temple, but still my brain was in law -law-land. After there was this calm feeling that I felt and I knew everything was going to work out.  The next two days came and gone. The next thing I knew we are on our way to our appointment. At first we went to the wrong clinic, and again wrong place, but the third time we found it. This made my nerve elevate a whole lot. I was praying the receptionist would allow us to still be seen, she told me to have a seat and relax. So, I did exactly that. This is what the doctor said... There are a few tests to

Good news folks, my mother doesn't have to wash my hair in a sink anymore. My hand is pretty much all healed up. Last Sunday I was talking with Steve's family and his brother is becoming a doctor and his is in his last residency. I showed him my hand and he told me to make an appointment with a hand surgeon to check my hand, because he didn't want any adverse effect with using my hand down the road. After I got off the phone I began freaking out a little, because I never thought about adverse effects I was thinking about how stupid I felt for taking out my stitches too early. I called my surgeon that did an amazing job putting two hearts in me and explained my story to him. He wasn't as worried as I was and told me to call in to his clinic to make an appointment. The next day I went after work to see him. I showed my hand and he thought it looked fine, all my worries went out the back door. He then told me that since I am on immunosuppressants  that I don't heal u

. A normal, wonderful week I had. First off, I took out my stitches and it wasn't good. After they were all out the cut re-open, so I called my friend that's a physician assistant and she was a miracle worker. I shouldn't have taken out my stitches because where I cut my hand has so much tension a lot of the time. At first she put this dermabond  on it, which is basically like superficial stitches. That lasted 2 days, I was getting a little nervous because my skin around the cut was white and the opening of the cut was too far apart. Now I have steri -strips on it for it to heal a lot closer. Anyways, it is healing and this is not infections going on so I am happy. Left: stitches out  Right: dermabond My cousins were in town this weekend. We went up to Bell's Canyon to go hiking. They live down in Monticello, Utah, which is a town outside of Moab. It is always great to see them, My grandpa that passed around the same time my first transplant failed use to live

First off I want to thank all my supporters who have followed my blog since the beginning.  This past year has been amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything. You guys have a large reason why I keep on keeping on. If I fall, I get right back up and try a little harder. You have impacted my life in some many ways. Thank you. Since I cut open my hand, my week began a slightly painful and ended with huge smiles. Last week on Monday I got all my blood work done and it came back good. 1 done, 2 more to go. This week on Monday, my mom and I went to the clinic and had to run to one test to the next. The first test was my echocardiogram, then I had an EKG to check my heart rhythm, clinic visit with the doctor, next dexiscan  a bone scan to see if predisone  a steroid "chubby face drug" has affected my bones, and lastly a chest x-ray. Long day, yes sir-ry. Tuesday, my right heart cath  and angiogram  to check my arteries around my heart to make sure there is no cardiac al