I’m dead-beat. Bone-tired. Wasted. But I ain’t dead-dead and I ain’t lung-tired. And with my lung transplant, I guess you could say I’m recycled, rather than wasted. Maybe these jokes don’t make sense. I am exhausted, after all. My glasses …
Springs of Various Sorts: Gratitude for Transplantation
2016 was war. 2017 was peace. 2018 is euphoria.
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Looking Good vs. Feeling Good
Not a big fan of my looks, but the spirit is more important.
Busy, homesick, but intentional
When I was deaf and dying and all that, I spent most of my day watching Netflix and writing on this blog. I fantasized about finally being busy again. Fantasized about having seemingly endless energy (I’ve been sick my whole …
The Sudden Smooth
The worst year of my life led to the best of my life. I am adamant in my belief that faith was the catalyst for where I am today.
I Declared War on My Disease — and Won.
I declared war against my cystic fibrosis after a lifetime of being a victim. One year ago, I won.
Becoming Captain America
This is Part Two of my New Years Resolution. Although it’s more about the rest of my life rather than 2018. Much of the time spent with my group of friends in elementary school revolved around running. Pretending we were …
