My grandmother was very sick. She needed an oxygen tank with her all the time. She was unable to do any of the things she loved in life. She had a lung transplant about 7 or 8 years ago. It was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. She started working for the first time in her life. She went for walks and bike rides. We did all we could do to keep up with her. She could finally go grocery shopping without feeling like everyone was staring at her.
About 2 years ago she passed away. Her lung was starting to fail her. But I am not sad for that. Because of a caring individual, I was able to have my grandmother for 6 years longer than I would have with out that lung transplant. She lived life to the fullest because of someone who was willing to donate a lung to her when they passed on. I am so thankful for that. I was able to celebrate a lot of things with her in those six years... my learners permit, license, proms, graduation, I was the first of her grandchildren to go to college, and she was there for all my birthdays. I wish I knew the family of the person who donated the lung to her because I would spend the rest of my life thanking them.