Surgery was last week to remove a couple of wedge-shaped pieces of tissue from my disease-plagued lungs.
Lung biopsy may not sound like major surgery, but it is. Surgery aided with robotics at the Norton Thoracic Institute, at St Joseph’s Hospital near downtown Phoenix.
Weak, tired, and a bit of an uncomfortable feeling from the incisions, it has been tough to get a good night’s sleep.
I’m a bit in limbo as I wait to hear the results of the biopsy. With all I have been through, I feel ready to hear whatever the doctor has to say. At this point, I preach and practice patience—but I sure am ready to get these results so we can move forward with a plan of action for what’s next.
Interstitial lung disease is deadly, as there is no cure. Once the results from the biopsy are known, an aggressive treatment plan will be implemented, which may even include getting on the lung transplant list.
I woke up early Thursday, sore, uncomfortable, and a bit agitated. I was tired of another night without much sleep, and tired of the discomfort from surgery. To get myself smiling again, before daylight I sat on the patio, listening to the rain, while snuggling our precious dog, Dino.
There was a notification to open a direct message from Facebook.
Once I read this brief message, being down in the dumps and feeling sorry for myself was instantly gone.
It’s amazing how the universe works. This message, from a lung transplant patient, had done for me exactly what she was thanking me for doing for her.
Exactly what I needed when I needed it. God is good.
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