It has been 1208 days since I was told I’d survive – and I grateful for each one of them.

December 14, 2011 my pulmonologist was almost beaming with the news – my lungs were improving.  “It was 50-50 you’d improve,” he said.  There were some very difficult times in the months ahead – the post-prednisone exhaustion, post illness shock, medical bills, the realization I also had autoimmund disease, and the adjusting to the new less energetic me, but I am sooooo grateful, and I remember that every day.  Yesterday, walking in the warm sunny morning to work, I was really struck — for the millionth time — by how lucky I feel, and broke out into a happy silly grin while all about me people wondered if they were passing a mad man 🙂 

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It has been 1208 days since I was told I’d survive – and I grateful for each one of them.

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