Sometimes a blog becomes a source of guilt. This beloved site that pulled me through the most difficult season of my life has now gathered (pixel) dust. I tried rebooting a few times, but I dunno… It’s time, though. As …
Brad Strikes Back
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.
