This week I celebrated the second birthday since my lung transplant. When I catch myself having a thought about how old I’m getting, I remind myself how hard I’ve worked to get this old. It didn’t just happen. It’s perhaps unusual that you can feel like the mere act of existing is such an achievement. I worked hard, but so did so many people along the way – a LOT of people. This year one of the exciting parts of my birthday was getting to send the oxygen equipment away. The transplant clinic was leery to let me send it away for a long time. They were worried I’d have another complication and require it again, even if only for a short time. It’s been annoying to me because I haven’t needed it (with the exception of a few days last June when I had rejection) since I’ve been home. Still, I’ve had to keep paying for it every month. Plus, I live in a tiny apartment! This equipment takes up valuable space that is already in short supply. On Friday, when Carlos, the guy from the oxygen compan...