You see, last Thursday I woke up to find my energy gone and my stamina. Much of my breath had been taken and I had barely enough to talk in short sentences. Unfortunately, my cough had not been taken. My peaceful mood had taken a hit and I thought my sense of humor was gone. Thank goodness I found it later buried under layers of other emotions.
But my independence has disappeared and my connections to the outside world. My plans for the future are gone.
The good news is that the thief has been caught and locked up. The bad news is that his name is Pulmon Ary Fibrosis. He is part of the large Fibrosis family involved in many types of disorganized crime. He is confined in my lungs.
There is hope for relief however. I don’t expect to get back what has been taken from me. But if I turn up my piped-in oxygen and sit still doing nothing, my breathing is eased and the whole world looks brighter. So apparently I’ve moved into a new relationship with my indwelling thief. I wonder what he will steal from me next.
6 February 2019 MarySue H. Rosenberger
