My eyes must be connected to my lungs. Because once they had been replaced I saw things differently. I had a strong desire to see the world.
West by South East
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 →
Sputtering to the start
So I've had my second hand lungs for just a little over 8 months and my second hand bus for just a little over a week. And I gotta tell yuh... this is not where I saw my life ever being when I daydreamed as a kid. But I have to admit that even with... Continue Reading →
New Lungs, old bus…
Sooo... I've not updated this blog for a couple months now. Not because anything has gone wrong (Thank the Lord). Nor because I've lost interest in it. But mainly because I didn't want to feel like I was repeating myself. I am truly thankful to everyone involved with saving my life along with all those... Continue Reading →
Breathing through the Vog
Dust, germs, viruses... These things are so tiny it is hard for our minds to comprehend. But these little things can effect us in a big way. They can irritate our already overtaxed lungs and cause illnesses. But what can we do about it? Well, besides living in a big plastic bubble... Lots of helpful... Continue Reading →
Six months still Breathing Deep.
Today is my six month Lung-iversary... is that a word? If I google it I'm sure something would come up. I can't be the first to have said it. I'll go with it being a word. Webster and (his/her?) dictionary can just keep up. It's an odd sensation to pause and think about the idea... Continue Reading →
Motivation… Just do it today
Some days there is just no motivation in side me to work out. This was true pre-transplant and it is still true post transplant. There were many days before my hospitalization that I did not want to go to pulmonary rehab and get on that tread mill. After being put on ECMO, my body did... Continue Reading →
Blossom
Blossom was the first of several amazing dogs I've fostered for Every Dog Counts Rescue. Growing up my, family always had pups in the house. There is just something special about these fuzzy four legged critters. Yeah I know there are people out there that prefer cats. But, I'll always be a bigger fan of... Continue Reading →
Borrowed Breaths 