Three years ago... on this day, at this time. I was in an operating room. Being worked on by a surgeon and his team.
Still Breath’n for Ja’Lynn
A Better Imperfect
Despite being less than perfect, my positive outlook on life somehow manages to chug along just fine.
Corona Inconvenience
I am the "at risk" loved one for whom friends and family worry.
ECMO to go please?
I remember telling my doctor, "Balls to the wall lets do this." without hesitation."
Valentine Admission
I stepped on the treadmill next to a large oxygen tank... Because the smaller tanks didn’t push enough air for me anymore.
Its your choice too.
Not letting pulmonary fibrosis conquer my spirit just because it was conquering my body was a choice.
Breaths to the finish?
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.
The docs say they're not worried. That this is just part of the journey.
Want to trade your appendix?
I was bloated up like a woman about to give birth and no way to make the delivery.
Reduce speed but keep on moving.
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 →
Borrowed Breaths 