Four months ago tomorrow, a phone call altered the course of my life. Harefield Hospital Transplant Unit called me in and on 13th November I spent the best part of the day in the operating theatre receiving a nice new pair of lungs. When I first came round in the hospital, I really wasn't well and struggled to comprehend what was happening around me. This was a very difficult time for my wife and family. However, after about three weeks, I started to feel more normal but was then struggling with the strict regime of medication resulting in almost 60 tablets per day. Day by day I have improved and have now been home for just over two months. In that time, I have regained my strength and weight and now feel better than I have felt since about 1990. I can walk over a mile without becoming breathless and my check ups at the hospital have been extended to just once per month. My quality of life is gradually improving and the tablet regime is down to a manageable 30 per day. Anyone out there nearing the point when a transplant is the only answer, if you want to contact me I can give you more detail on the experience I have had and the outcome achieved. I used to say that I had good days and bad days, but now realise I had bad days and worse days. I also used to joke that breathing was over rated, but now appreciate how ill I was. Good luck to all of you.