When No Breath Comes

It was November 2006, and I was twenty-five. For the past few years, I’d been getting increasingly breathless whenever I exercised. Repeated doctor visits kept assuring me I was just unfit. I went to the gym, hiked, played badminton- I was even the Physical Education leader at my school. But, I trusted my GP. So … More When No Breath Comes

Getting Oxygen

What a difference a week makes. ┬áThis time last week, I was feeling breathless, sick and weak, everything was taking me so much time to do and my activity level was slowly dwindling back to zero. ┬áMy transplant referral had knocked me down emotionally, and together they were threatening to steal my hope and positivity. … More Getting Oxygen