When my son Reace celebrated his sixth birthday two years ago, he made a wish that I would get a transplant. Less than a week later, his wish came true when I received new 1 .
Born with a breathing disease, I was able to manage my 2 without a hospital visit until I was 23. At 30, 3 , it steadily worsened and I was 4 for a transplant. I started having check-ups once a year, then every six months, then every three months until I was 5 living at the hospital and reliant on oxygen to survive. Everyday 6 like having a shower or brushing my hair became 7 .
After four months on the list, I 8 the call to say a pair of lungs was available. The transplant was successful and the 9 was noticeable. Before my transplant I had been so 10 , I couldn't even walk from the couch to the front door without 11 my breath—and it was only six paces. 12 . I was so used to being breathless that I didn't know any difference. I had 13 what it would be like to be a 14 person and now I know. I can do everything an ordinary mum would do: housework, workout, or taking Reace to basketball.
I am extremely grateful to my 15 and his family.
