50% of people waiting for a double-lung transplant will receive one. The other 50% will die. I was in the lucky 50%. 25% of people who undergo a double-lung transplant will die within the first 12 months. I was in the lucky 75%. 50% of people who undergo a double-lung transplant will survive to 5 years. I'm in the lucky 50%. After 5 years, the stats pretty much stop. We all know one day it'll get you, but to all intents and purposes, everyone has stopped counting. It's a big deal. Planning Before my transplant, for most of my 25 years, I hadn't planned beyond the next 12 months. As my transplant got unknowingly closer and closer and I got sicker and sicker, planning shortened to months to weeks to daily ponderings of what I may be physically able to do tomorrow. I've never been able to plan for the long term. I remember vividly setting the date for our wedding some 18 months in advance and being both incredibly excited and incredibly freaked out by the prospect of planning something that far ahead. Adapting to planning for the longer-term has been one of the biggest adjustments I've had to make in my new life. New Thinking Over the last few weeks our little Seat Ibiza has been getting sicker and sicker. It's at that stage where you're either going to have to sink a lot of money into it, or get shot of it. After a service and appraisal