A Sigh of Relief...

Since 2007, I've wanted a deep breath...like the one that most people take when they laugh, cry, nap or dance.  One that doesn't hurt or come with the changing of the laundry or walking to the mailbox.  One that doesn't help with getting through a sentence or singing in the car.


We've spent the last few years asking "why".  In January, I was diagnosed with end-stage idiopathic fibrosis. A lung disease associated with autoimmune disease which causes the healthy lung tissue to harden, not able to fill with air.  The cure?  A double-lung transplant followed by a lifetime of organizing brightly colored pills.  For my family, that was the best news we could hear, a chance for a sigh of relief.  After months of unanswered questions and the fear that there were not answers, we could now begin asking "what".  What do I do to make this second chance count? What is God's plan for this body? What can I ever do to repay my family and friends for rearranging their lives to be my support system? What in the world has my husband gotten himself to?


I'm ready.  I'm ready for my sigh of relief.  My deep breath.