In my last couple of posts, I mentioned that there were some life happenings that had put blogging on the low end of the priority list. We’re now at a place where we can share the big news: we’re moving. AGAIN. The clickbait title wasn’t a joke, in our (almost) 5 years of marriage, we’ve moved 7 times. Some of those were just into different houses in the same town, but some of those were big, interstate moves. This move is one of the latter.
Some of you may know, my dad had a lung transplant six years ago. During the recovery, there were severe complications that led to an additional 6 months in the hospital. I was studying for my Master’s in Virginia at the time, and I packed up and moved back to OKC to live in a hospital hotel for the latter part of the hospital stay. I wrote some thoughts about that experience here and here (and here).
My dad’s quality of life has never been fully restored post-transplant. The long stay in the ICU debilitated him physically in a number of ways, primarily in the form of painful neuropathy in his legs and feet which make walking unbearable. While he can walk, the severe pain coupled with shortness of breath make it very difficult to do. He spends most of his time in a wheelchair. Over the last 5.5 years since his hospital release, he’s been fairly healthy. He had one scary episode where his gallbladder had to be removed, but he’s had stable health for the most part.
However, we learned in May that he has chronic rejection in his lung. There is no treatment or cure for it, so it will steadily decline in function until it’s no longer viable. There is no prognosis for how long that might take, but they say the average survival rate after the onset of chronic rejection is about 2.5 years. We are praying for more, and we accept that God is in control of the number of my dad’s days.
In light of the diagnosis, Ryan and I decided we need to be closer to him to provide encouraging support and to help with his care. Even though we moved to OKC just a year ago, we feel this is important and right. So, we are moving to Bartlesville at the end of the month! Ryan has accepted a job offer there, and he starts August 1st. We went house hunting last week, and we put in an application for a rent house that will be a good fit for our family.
Let me just say, I hate moving. We have moved so many times in such a short amount of time that I am beyond ready to plant some roots and stay awhile. What about you? Are you a perpetual nomad like me (by force or by choice), or have you never moved in your life? Also – any moving tips and tricks to share are heartily encouraged!