Sandy Puppy Toes

She wanted to go 90 miles per hour and explore every grain of sand the park contained.

ECMO to go please?

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.

I said screw it and proceeded to squeeze through the 'lil gap I had. Lets just say its a good thing my side mirrors aren't any lower.

Her eyes got as big as saucers and she wanted to make absolutely sure I wanted to go down there.

We saw a small herd of axis deer. Which... let me tell yuh, are a lot smaller than our Hoosier white tails.