One Year...and counting!
It was one year ago today (February 18, 2015) that I was driving two of my granddaughters to my house to watch them while mommy was working.
During the 12-minute drive to my house I received a phone call from my doctor. He apologized for having to call me directly, but he had urgent news - and told me that tests confirmed I had IPF; Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. This was something he (and a pulmonologist) had hoped would not be the case - mostly because it is 100% fatal (no cure).
I was numb, but trying to stay positive for my granddaughters (they heard the conversation on speaker phone since I was driving).
I called my wife immediately, and she was also stunned.
It made sense (the diagnosis), but I was in denial.
That evening, and for several days after, we did a lot of online searching for info about the disease. It's all bad news...and the typical life expectancy is 2-4 years after diagnosis. Obviously, averages have highs and lows figured in - I could live another 10+ years, or much less.
Pretty sobering! Yet, we are not wallowing in misery!
So, one year later, I have less time left. Technically, we ALL do!
Even with a double lung transplant (the only 'cure'), the post-op life expectancy isn't that great.
Do I believe God can totally heal me? Absolutely!
Do I believe God can find me the perfect donor match? Absolutely!
What if God calls me home before either of the above happens? Either way it's a win-win situation for me!
I will strive to make the most of every opportunity God gives me, and make the most of the time I DO have with my family and friends.
After all, this world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through!