35 Years!
Today, I’m 35 years old!
When I was only 16 years old, I was told over and over by my doctors that I would be blessed to see my 18th birthday. When I turned 17, my lungs were so badly infected that I thought it might be true...but I fought and always thought to myself: I’m going to live forever!
Well, metaphorically speaking of course!
Nevertheless, age 18 came and went and I realized that no doctor or specialist can tell me when I am going to die.
With the severity of my lung disease, age 25 was my new life expectancy and I saw it as a goal to beat. Then it was age 27 and 30...I just kept going...
Then age 30 did come and I made three good attempts at dying, spent 167 days in the hospital fighting aspergillosis and pneumonia. I was certain I wasn’t going to see 31...but fought on...fought for every breath!
By age 32, I was diagnosed with endstage lung disease and given 2 years to live...well, I’m 35! Still fighting, but for the first time in my life...it is getting harder.
The message is to fight through all odds. If they give you two years, take five! Have something to live for...be resilient!
















