there are moments when i can step back from myself
evaluate
and realize that i am so blissfully happy
so full of love and sheer goodness
the good times far outweighing the bad these days
days filled with family and friends
with true love
loud moments
laughter, tons of people, exclamations
quiet moments
tender looks and physical closeness
but then i remember
what is happening
what could happen at any moment
and i am blinded by terror
terrified
of losing it all
the more i have
the more i have to lose
this morning i sat across from my boy
tucking into my vision of the perfect meal
waffles and maple bacon
raspberries and a milky latte
and i could feel how happy i was
oozing out of my pores
so content
having spent the morning all cuddled up
learning and sharing and general loving
knowing the day was to be spent with my girls quinn and ming
visiting our good friend ethan
feeling safe my parents on their way to pick me up
having plans with rachel the next day
so content that i felt like i radiated warmth
and then
out of nowhere
the fear
the panic
that at that moment the very thing i have spent so long wishing for
my pager
could go off
and all this
poof
vanish
me
gone
done
its so strange to feel so opposed about one single thing
this one thing
that could be
that will be
the beginning of my life
the third chance
a deep breath
the real hope that i live off of
but
also
somewhere deep down
is the knowledge
that i might not make it through surgery
and it could all end there
and i can be brave and say i'm not afraid
that death doesn't scare me
that i am firm in my belief
that i am and will always be a part of life
that this body doesn't contain the love i am apart of
but thats not the whole truth
truth is more than that
i can believe in love
and know that this will work for me
and that i will make it and live
and also acknowledge that i get scared
just a little bit
every once in awhile
there is more than 100%
i can believe i will 100%
and still be afraid on top of that
mathematicians may disagree with me
but i don't believe in the finite
infinity interests me more
and sometimes when i am highest
on the top of the mountain
feeling the wind rushing through my hair
the sun on my face
is when i open my eyes and realize
i am standing on the edge of a cliff
the jagged points far below
barely keeping balance
the higher i am
the greater there is to fall
sometimes i question
what is better?
to live down there in the dark among the shadows?
never exposing myself to light and bright happy days?
i remember then
to just be where i am
this is my reality
the present is what is real
and to exist in these moments
allow myself to get scared
let it out
then step forward and continue on
so this morning
this perfect morning
i let the tears fall down my cheeks
i tried to fight them back
but he knew better
without saying anything he got out of his seat
held my face against his chest
let me cry and share my thoughts
"sometimes when i'm happiest, is when i feel like i have the most to lose....and....right now? this feels like a lot to lose"
his reply
"well that just means we have a lot to fight for. and we will. and when we have this for good? think how amazing that will be."
then he kissed my tear stained cheeks
i wiped my eyes
and we finished breakfast.








evaluate
and realize that i am so blissfully happy
so full of love and sheer goodness
the good times far outweighing the bad these days
days filled with family and friends
with true love
loud moments
laughter, tons of people, exclamations
quiet moments
tender looks and physical closeness
but then i remember
what is happening
what could happen at any moment
and i am blinded by terror
terrified
of losing it all
the more i have
the more i have to lose
this morning i sat across from my boy
tucking into my vision of the perfect meal
waffles and maple bacon
raspberries and a milky latte
and i could feel how happy i was
oozing out of my pores
so content
having spent the morning all cuddled up
learning and sharing and general loving
knowing the day was to be spent with my girls quinn and ming
visiting our good friend ethan
feeling safe my parents on their way to pick me up
having plans with rachel the next day
so content that i felt like i radiated warmth
and then
out of nowhere
the fear
the panic
that at that moment the very thing i have spent so long wishing for
my pager
could go off
and all this
poof
vanish
me
gone
done
its so strange to feel so opposed about one single thing
this one thing
that could be
that will be
the beginning of my life
the third chance
a deep breath
the real hope that i live off of
but
also
somewhere deep down
is the knowledge
that i might not make it through surgery
and it could all end there
and i can be brave and say i'm not afraid
that death doesn't scare me
that i am firm in my belief
that i am and will always be a part of life
that this body doesn't contain the love i am apart of
but thats not the whole truth
truth is more than that
i can believe in love
and know that this will work for me
and that i will make it and live
and also acknowledge that i get scared
just a little bit
every once in awhile
there is more than 100%
i can believe i will 100%
and still be afraid on top of that
mathematicians may disagree with me
but i don't believe in the finite
infinity interests me more
and sometimes when i am highest
on the top of the mountain
feeling the wind rushing through my hair
the sun on my face
is when i open my eyes and realize
i am standing on the edge of a cliff
the jagged points far below
barely keeping balance
the higher i am
the greater there is to fall
sometimes i question
what is better?
to live down there in the dark among the shadows?
never exposing myself to light and bright happy days?
i remember then
to just be where i am
this is my reality
the present is what is real
and to exist in these moments
allow myself to get scared
let it out
then step forward and continue on
so this morning
this perfect morning
i let the tears fall down my cheeks
i tried to fight them back
but he knew better
without saying anything he got out of his seat
held my face against his chest
let me cry and share my thoughts
"sometimes when i'm happiest, is when i feel like i have the most to lose....and....right now? this feels like a lot to lose"
his reply
"well that just means we have a lot to fight for. and we will. and when we have this for good? think how amazing that will be."
then he kissed my tear stained cheeks
i wiped my eyes
and we finished breakfast.








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Comments
You two are lucky to have eachother. Bless you and good thoughts from VA. Hugs!
SkippyMom
And I like the progression of the pictures.
I'm a cancer patient, and despite being told recently that there's nothing more than can be done for me medically I somehow still have that hope. Sometimes I hope in the form of a miracle, some alternative treatment, or I just tell myself that my doctors will find something new, some new plan - something more they can do that just might cure me.
Never give up that hope, Eva. I truly believe that you will get your lungs, and that you will make it through transplant. I believe that with all of my heart. I am so glad that Justin truly listens to you and doesn't dismiss your fears, or tell you not to talk or think that way... I've always resented that when people have told me over the past few years that "everything will be fine", and "don't think that way" type of comments. Sometimes you really do need to look at the hard truth of a situation and evaluate things and figure out where you stand.
I won't pretend to know much about CF or lung transplants, but I think you have every reason to hold a lot of hope for "getting your life back" as it was before. Back when you had your freedom and could be independent, back when you lived in "the triangle" with your best friends. Will it be easy? Probably not, but often times the best things in life take a lot of hard work. I believe you can and will make it through transplant, Eva. It's true though - there's no guarantees in life. It's a hard thing to accept, but it's true and sometimes I think it's healthier and better to let yourself acknowledge the truth in that.
I pray for you daily. I think it's great that you can be so honest and open with your thoughts and fears. You have such a talent at writing and expressing yourself. That's a gift you have, Eva. Don't keep the fears and feelings all bottled up. Have your cry if you feel that you need to and then go on and enjoy every minute with the special people who surround you. When that pager goes off although you may be very frightened (think fear of the unknown is one of most people's biggest fears) you'll also be at the place where you have even more hope than you have now, and I pray that hope will get you through the fear and comfort you during the hard times.
Truly hope that this has made sense. I know I'm rambling. I just care about you very much and I've never even met you, but I check for an update on your journal several times each day. Going to try my best to get another card out to you in the next couple of days. Thanks as always for being you, for being courageous to share yourself with this world, and for making this would a better and more caring place for your being here and sharing through your beautiful and honest words.
Of course you probably felt the same way the first time too. A mix of greatful mixed with I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I think fear is a natural process 'cause it is a major surgery after all. The fear of not opening your eyes or not getting that terrible tube out of your throat (ok that may have just been me. As I've mentioned in a several posts my memory sucks and even though I remember that you had trouble waking up I can't remember if you woke up with that fabulous tube down your throat or if you were lucky enough to skip that whole process). I hope you can take comfort in what is my personal observation. I don't know of a whole lot of CFers who haven't survived a transplant. It's something to do with our will to live and the fact that I think we're pretty stubborn to begin with or you wouldn't have made it this far:). I have to get my act in gear and finally send you that card that's been sitting on my desk. I also have your choice between a moose and a puppy to send along. Just kinda need the addy again...heh.
Hugs and love;)
Sending big *hugs* your way. I'm glad that you have such a wonderful guy to let you feel your feelings, and as you said, "let it out / then step forward and continue on." I think a lot of people run the other way from their own feelings and I think that it is good that you are able to be open about how you are feeling with the people you love.
<3
~k
Wishing you the best, always,
Cat
I love you so much for how strong you are.
And these pictures make me wanna squish your face.
: )
I read in an earlier entry that having a transplant removed the CF from your lungs. Was it just your lungs it was removed from? How does CF affect the rest of your body? I know that you're having problems at the moment. Is that due to the rejection or the CF?
How does rejection work?
I'm sorry if that sounds rude, I've just been thinking about you and I realised that I didn't know. You'll make it through lady. I was seriously ill a few years ago and I know how important it is to look for the silver lining in everything. You'll get through this. It's a perfectly normal reaction to break down and cry when everything seems so uncertain.
my name is jo i'm from poland.my frend have this same silly "think" like you. if you want you can see his page www.muko.pl
i hope same miracle will hapend!!! and you will be all right!!!
and remember ANGELS NEVER DIES!!!
thinking of you Joanna Misterska