My lungs were supposed to start getting stronger and taking over on their own, but they wouldn’t.
I had to learn to stand again, how to walk again, how to sit down without falling over, how to sit up on my own. It was a grueling process.
We were hopeful that this was not goodbye for good but also knew that this could be the last. Though it was not ever said, you could feel the anxiety and fear in the air. It was thick. It was a mutual moment of not knowing what was going to come next but hoping it would be good.
Since my last post, I have received my life saving double lung transplant after 3 months on the waiting list. Here is my story...
Whether you are fighting a chronic illness or have known someone fighting chronic illness here are some things we wish everyone knew.
I am not a five-minute conversation that you have while pumping gas nor a passing, “hello, how are you?” in the grocery store. I am a two-hour car ride where you bear life’s burdens. I am an all-nighter on a weekend longing to hear your hopes, dreams, and fears.
This post is not in any way a means of seeking attention or complaining. If you really know me, you know that I hate both. This post is simply me extending an invitation for you to watch and perhaps help me process life.
My health is something that I am usually private about on social media but very open about in person. As much as I love everyone and would love to tell everyone in my life all of this in person, it is impossible...