I have been so stressed out for a little over a week now. Truthfully, I am always stressed out about something. I mean, I’m married with children and I have a full time job. So, there’s always something going on.
But this was different.
About a week and a half ago I’m on the phone with my mom and she tells me my dad had an appointment with a pulmonary specialist. He believed what my dad had was something called IPF — idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. Once diagnosed, patients are given roughly five years as there is no current cure. There is a medication to slow the progression, and he would’ve been sent somewhere to do further tests and see if he is a candidate for a lung transplant.
Well, he had a CT scan done this past Friday, and a breathing test yesterday. He met with the specialist again this morning. They are doing additional blood work. He will need to do some bronchoscopy tests down the line, and maybe a biopsy (which will require a few days in the hospital). But as of right now — no IPF!!!!
I am so excited and so relieved. I started crying when I read the text from my mom. PTL! God is good!
The Grey Scale 