Rebirth…

Although this is Easter weekend, this is not a religious post, or have anything to do with Jesus, Rabbi, or Yeshua what I call Him.

This post is about me, and the rebirth I felt overnight after seeing the pulmonologist on Wednesday afternoon.

The pulmonary office had a cancellation, calling me at 8 am asking if I could be there at 2 pm. Wild horses couldn’t stop me.

I didn’t have time to be nervous days before the appointment. My original appointment was in April 26, which was still 3 weeks away.

I saw an older male pulmonologist which I wasn’t sure about the first 10 seconds. Then he spoke to me in a calm, father-like tone. The first thing he did was going over my complete medical history.

It’s really helpful now that I know my family’s medical history on my mother’s side and bits and pieces of my father’s. (Newcomers, I was adopted and speaking of my biological parents.)

I brought him up to date with the whole pneumonia situation and how I’ve noticed I’ve had breathing issues before I became ill such as climbing 2 flights of stairs and while performing at the 2 gigs at last year.

It all makes sense now. He showed me the three X-rays and cat scan, explaining everything he saw. This scarring happened before I had pneumonia he strongly surmised.

The doctor spent an hour with me, easing my worst thoughts. This wasn’t as bad as I thought.

The pulmonologist suspected the scarring in my lungs was most likely caused by the drug Humira I’ve been injecting for 5 years. He told me not to go back on it.

At the end of my appointment, the doctor prescribed a course of prednisone and a different inhaler to be used mornings & evenings.

Marty purchased me a device to blow into that creates oscillating positive pressure, in your airways and clears away mucus and improves your breathing.

In 6 weeks, I’ll have another cat scan to see if my lungs are improving. If not, I’ll be referred to a specialist at Dartmouth Hitchcock where my gastroenterologist is.

The pulmonologist can’t say for sure if this is only scarring even though that’s what he is thinking. He told me to keep in mind there is a possibility it could be pulmonary fibrosis.

The doctor was very nice made me feel comfortable. He gave me hope and told me not to worry so much. He also told me that I looked good and healthy.

Marty was relieved when I told him about my appointment. He told me, this is the turning point, you’re going to be fine and back to my normal self in no time.

I got a great nights sleep and woke up feeling different. A huge, heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt alive and had energy. I wasn’t consumed with worry and doubt.

I was so crippled with anxiety and fear it was as if they were holding my body in a straight jacket; that jacket is now removed and I am starting to feel like myself again. It’s amazing what the mind can do.

I realized upon waking, this was a rebirth for me in no uncertain terms. This was the turning point Marty spoke of.

Rebirth

See definition of rebirth on Dictionary.com

• noun revival or resurrection

SYNONYMS FOR Rebirth

• comeback

• recovery

• rehabilitation

• rejuvenation

• renaissance

• renewal

• restoration

• revival

I woke up today feeling like no one could stop me now. I felt happy, alive and energized.

Today, I feel like a Phoenix rising out from the ashes, leaving all the hurt, loss and sickness behind.

Finally, thank you Yeshua for your sacrifice and resurrection. Have a wonderful Easter and Passover everyone.

For the first time in 33 years I am not cooking Easter dinner, we were invited to a friends house.

I’m bringing my signature dish, Tomato tart. Here is the link to the recipe to check out.

It’s Friday again. Cheers, I’ll catch up with you soon. 🐣