Next week, on September 18th, I will have been vaguely nauseated and kicking ass for six months. Vaguely nauseated? Yes. Zepbound, the weight loss, heart failure, diabetes prevention, fatty liver resolving, ADHD improving, OCD quieting medication I am on, is not all sunshine and weight loss. I spend about 3-4 days after my shot each week vaguely nauseous. Most of the time it is just a nagging unease in my stomach, but especially on weeks my dose is increased, it can make me so nauseated I become sick. It is absolutely still worth it, did you see all those things that studies are finding it improves? And I have all those things! 

This week I went to my transplant team in Omaha and saw my doctor for the first time in  six months. My last appointment was with his PA, so he has not had the pleasure of my company since the Zepbound and all of my efforts started. I say this with absolutely no irony, homeboy was darn near giddy with my improvement. My BMI has gone down significantly and is now within acceptability range for transplant. If you remember back to the end of December last year, I said this “If there is anything I have learned through this whole process it is that I shouldn’t bury the lede, so here it is, after being presented for a second time, my case for heart transplant remains on hold and I have not been listed…This is actually good news in its way, this means that I am stable and strong, and I can keep going without a transplant. Once again my weight plays a large factor in this decision, and I am again not angry about that, though I am a bit annoyed I didn’t have a shot at my new medication for a while before my case was presented.”

A more accurate representation of what that meant isn’t that I was stable and strong, it was that I was stable and too fat to get a heart that would be worth trading mine for.  It meant the heart I have currently is plenty strong if my choices of new hearts were going to be old and not particularly strong themselves. As much as blood type and antibodies come into play with transplant, so does size. If you are a 250 pound person you can only accept a heart within 10 pounds of your weight. If that weight is 250, the problem becomes anyone that is within that weight and not 6’2’ + is in the morbidly obese category themselves and not a great candidate to donate. If they are 6’2” or more the heart will likely be too big for my chest, even if it is a healthy heart. It is a whole Cinderella and the slipper situation. At the time I was relieved I was denied again, I truly want to keep this heart as long as I can, but I was also ticked off that I was not able to get the medication I needed to lose weight in time for it to affect the outcome of that particular transplant tribunal (everybody wants to win right, and nobody wants to be told they are chonky). 

Now, I have had that medication for 6 months. I have also been going to the gym three times a week for those 6 months, I have been watching every calorie going into my body for those 6 months, which means that I have lost the weight that was needed in order to be better qualified for transplant. To be ideal for transplant, I have another 50 pounds to go (this is not MY goal weight, if I get there great but I am not going to go nuts trying to achieve this weight, my goal is 20 more pounds). The thing is, I am feeling better. Apparently, people who eat right and exercise feel better? Seems fake, but okay. I have not cured my heart failure, but the blood test that indicates heart failure while not resolved is the lowest it has been in 5 years. Now my days don’t feel like punishment for living anymore – I was truly struggling before, and now while I am not the picture of health, I have a lot of my normal activity back. All of this to say I’ve unsheathed a double edged sword. 

In November I will have my VO2 Max test again. I have been below the cut off for transplant consideration in that test the last three times I have done it. An average person’s score is somewhere between 50-60. Mine is barely 13, and has been for some time. If I flunk again in November my doctor will now be able to put me forward for transplant and I will likely be approved. If that test doesn’t improve there will be no reason not to list me. 

Isn’t that good news?

It is. But it also isn’t…

I thought you wanted a new heart? I sure did.

And in ways I still do, but now that I understand the process more, I want that to be as far in the future as possible. My doctor said it in my last appointment, if I only want to be transplanted once in my life, then it would be great to wait as long as possible and be as healthy as possible in the meantime. If I am super honest I would love to ride into the sunset with the heart I came with but I also want to be around to see what kind of shenanigans my nephews get up to as adults, so it isn’t likely that this ticker is going out with the rest of me. I am not saying I should have stayed overweight to avoid transplant. I am saying, being overweight took it off the table. I am hoping that now I am healthier, I can put it near the back of the table, or over on the counter even. Anywhere not right in front of or on my plate. 

All of this comes down to that test I have in November. I don’t get to fail it again. I will pass or be put forward again. My goal is to get a 15, two points of buffer between me and that dreaded 13. My sky is the limit goal? 23. Ten glorious points away from the list. Proof that maybe I can exercise my way out of this after all or I can get nice and lean and otherwise healthy so my choices of hearts are better, and my recovery smoother. Until then, it is the gym for me. It is 1500 calories a day and 1800 on weekends. It is taking my meds and doing all I can to stay as healthy as I can. It is participating in my care so no one can say I didn’t try as hard as I could. Are you still with me? My cheerleaders have been my saving grace this whole time. Your support means so much to me, and motivates me to keep going. Thank you for being here. 

Until next time.