Despite being less than perfect, my positive outlook on life somehow manages to chug along just fine.
I remember telling my doctor, "Balls to the wall lets do this." without hesitation."
I stepped on the treadmill next to a large oxygen tank... Because the smaller tanks didn’t push enough air for me anymore.
Not letting pulmonary fibrosis conquer my spirit just because it was conquering my body was a choice.
Two to five years... Those words are enough to take make anyone slump in their seat and drop the "f" bomb in slow drawn out fashion.
Getting new lungs is wondrous. It feels like you've been driving an overloaded semi truck in need of maintenance, up a steep hill... When suddenly you're given the keys to an old muscle car and a flat open highway to cut loose on. Sure the muscle car isn't in perfect condition. Its got its quirks.... Continue Reading →