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2014-12-03 4:06 PM Verdict I feel a *peace* descending because closure of any kind is comforting.
A lengthy and fact-filled conversation with Dr. Marie Budev at Cleveland Clinic was enlightening and disappointing and sad. My children followed it with a conference call with her. I've been given 0% chance for a donor lung match. It's all too complicated to explain, but that's the final fact. I won't be chasing after a lung transplant anymore. I have an uncanny ability to process fast. Accept. Refocus. It may sound like I've given up. I haven't. I want to continue to live my life as fully as possible. Laugh! Love! Read! I have so many books yet to read. And OMG, I still have a season of Australia's Next Top Model to watch. (I've already blown through America's Next Top Model.) This is a difficult time for my children. My sorrow reaches far beyond my own needs... and lands with a heavy heart for the sorrow crushing them. They are amazing, though - supportive. This doesn't dismiss elements of sadness, but they know that, for me, relief comes with acceptance. I've sensed today's news for a long time. I think you all get that. Sometimes we just know, but I never dismissed the hope that I was wrong. Thanksgiving was packed with thanksgiving. Family and food and laughter and games - always served with a side dish of delightful chaos. As soon as the laughter left and no longer distracted me, I began to feel my illness ping and pong in my chest. I am such a lucky woman to have memories of time well spent with my children throughout a lifetime, but especially the past year. I'm so glad I was a gigantic nutter to take that cross-country train trip with my granddaughter, Abby. I'm now thrilled that I've given Mac, my grandson, flight to Europe next summer. Thanksgiving this year was the BEST time I think I've ever had - and with some of the finest people ever ever. Below I've added a random collection of photos. ***** I might be taking Pirfenidone by the end of this week. It will hopefully give me a generous postscript of time with many more moments to make memories with my family. I'm ending this post for now. I have more to say another time. But I can't leave without thanking all of you for your prayers and kindness. You all have made a difference and I am so grateful. Love. Olivia & Bert A busy kitchen Cindy preparing champagne cocktails - yum! Malcolm working on a jigsaw puzzle David, Malcolm in the Middle, Bert The Texan arrived in boots Olivia & David Black Friday was Rudolph Red for us Malcolm completed the puzzle! Chase at IvyWild Olivia Reenie & Stephen David & Olivia Stephen & Michelle Read/Post Comments (17) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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