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To constantly bear witness to the ravages of the disease, knowing you are powerless to stop it, is a huge burden. We want and need to do something to help them, but don’t know where to start.
At 63, I was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, caused by a rare case of pneumonia that I never knew I had. My lungs were completely black. The situation was dire.
Shortly after having my blood tested, a nurse called and said, "You have to come to Emergency right now." I soon learned I only had 3 to 6 months left.
In my imagination, I’ve been diagnosed, incarcerated, fired, divorced, and buried. My mind is a scary place to be sometimes.
This is one of the most painful realities of being the one left behind. From now on, they’re going to miss every birthday, every anniversary, every Christmas morning.
The less you stress about flying, the less your infant will. Perhaps your child won’t the one on the plane making everyone sigh or clench their teeth.
The constant stress and ridicule by a manager, who didn't want me to look better than her, made me physically ill.
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