Despite being less than perfect, my positive outlook on life somehow manages to chug along just fine.
She wanted to go 90 miles per hour and explore every grain of sand the park contained.
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.
Your illness is just one of many facts that make up your life.... and you are so much more than just your illness.
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.