What it's like to be told you're terminally ill.

On being told "it's pretty far along", and the feelings and the thoughts and planning and all the crap that now I have to do. Come along with me if you want. It should be an interesting ride.

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I'm looking at everything as if I'm seeing it for the last time, which may well be true, and it gives me such appreciation for things I've taken for granted all my life. But looking at things for the last time allows me to see a lot of them for the first time, if that makes any sense.
Tue Feb 23

Back from the Lung Center…

So I got up today, drove to Philadelphia in freezing rain, did testing for 3 hours, met with the doctor.  I thought I was doing ok, even though in this weather it is VERY difficult to breathe outside.  A woman from the transplant team came in first and said “So what are you doing at home that we can tell others?”  and proceeded to show me that nearly every test was better than the last time.  Not a lot, but in an illness where it’s only supposed to get worse, the scores were a little better.  I told her pizza and prayers.  So they  told me to go away and come back in six months but let them know if it gets worse in the meantime.  And I drove home in a foggy snowstorm.  Weird weather.

It’s all good.  I will see another Spring and feel the warmth from the sun, I will see Alice in Wonderland in the theater, and who knows what all else I might do!! I will need to set some new goals.

And thank you all SO MUCH for your good thoughts and prayers.  Something is working and I believe that’s it.   And thank you, God.