With IPF, I’m going to have both good days and bad days. On my bad days, when the shortness of breath is difficult to manage, I take it easy, resting whenever needed. That way, on my good days, I can enjoy the company of family and friends and do a little housework—maybe even make it to a seated yoga class.
It really doesn’t take a whole lot to make me happy. Sometimes, it is just having fresh flower bouquets in every room of my house. Other times, it’s remembering that I owe so much of where both Bob and I are today to my family, my friends, my faith, and my doctor. Between our children, our church community, and the teen boys in our neighborhood who take out our garbage and mow the lawn, we feel so well cared for.
I have been truly blessed to know people who have, by example, taught me how to live a fulfilling life. Despite the future. Despite the fears. Despite the diagnosis.
To this day, I’ve yet to believe otherwise.