I must have done something right!

After hearing the doctors at National Jewish finally say things like “terminal lung disease” and "less than 5 years to live," Greg and I were finally able to talk about our feelings to each other. It was tearful, of course. I still don’t know why Greg loves me so much, because I don’t feel like I do anything for him (he has always done EVERYTHING for me). But this is what he said to me: “All it takes is one look from you from across the room and you fill me up. With one look, I am whole. I am loved, cherished, enriched. I am complete. That is everything!”

Thank you, God, for whatever it is I did right! And for giving me this indescribable man to share my life with.

I should mention here that we're not buying the 5 year prognosis. I was originally diagnosed with this disease in 1995. 14 years (and two diagnosis changes) later, I'm still going -- although a little slower. Nothing about my case has been textbook, and there's no reason to think that will stop now. Still, it's a good idea to be prepared.