Meet Nancy, Living with IPF

In May of 2013, on the day I was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (IPF), my husband Bob suffered a heart attack. There was a moment, while waiting for the EMTs to arrive, that it was just the two of us. I hadn’t told him yet about my diagnosis, and it was weighing heavily on me when I finally gave him the news. I can remember taking his hand in mine and telling him quietly, “We are going to be okay.” I believed that. A year later, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. Now I was his caregiver, and he, mine.

What helped the most when I was diagnosed with IPF was knowing—to an extent—what to expect and what steps to take. Within the first month, I connected with a support group, gave and received practical advice, and took advantage of educational opportunities that would put me on the right path.

We have very open communication. When I was diagnosed, he was honest with me and explained that, eventually, my lung function would begin to decline. We talked about a variety of management options such as supplemental oxygen, pulmonary rehab, and medications that may help keep IPF from progressing as quickly. We continue to work on developing a plan that is best for me. I hardly ever walk into my appointments with him without a list of questions. In fact, he blocks out more time just for me—to hear me out, answer my questions, and give me the necessary tools to be my own health advocate.

What I get done, I have to do in bits and pieces. Otherwise, there is no energy left for me to use by the end of the day. But I’ve come to appreciate leaning on the realities of the diagnosis—if for no other reason than to avoid slipping into denial. To be sure, I know the realities. I know the statistics.

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.

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