As I mounted three flights of stairs, the highest I'd been able to climb in more than five years, the feeling of pride overwhelmed the exhaustion. My physiotherapist was by my side, providing encouragement and carrying the two surgical drains that had been inserted 10 days before, during my double lung transplant at Harefield Hospital. As I reached the top, there, pencilled on the wall in front of me, was a small "Hello". One of the thousands of transplantees that had come before me had left their mark. To me, it meant "Welcome to the gang".
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