I saw the x-ray that night. I saw how covered her lungs were in scar tissue. She was a fighter. Her body was healthy but her lungs were covered. The scar tissue appeared to be pulling her airway off to the side. I didn't have the heart to tell her how bad it was. I was not ready for her to give up. But I knew... in my heart... I knew.
You know... when your body is healthy, and you can't breathe... it takes a while for your heart to give out. The family watched- she layed there- struggling. Oh Lord, the memory will not fade.
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the progression of pulmonary fibrosis - as my mother lives/lived it.
Awareness
Momma, I write how I feel- and how you suffered- so others can become aware of the desperate need for research to help those living with pulmonary fibrosis.
Now, in 2014, I finally realize- it's all about prayer, and faith. I believe in the power of healing through our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus saves. He heals. The Lord took mom home for a purpose... but I believe wholeheartedly now, if He didn't need her- she could have been completely healed. God has grown my faith in ways I could never believe and I wish to share this with you. Trust the Lord. His mercies are new every morning. He is faithful.
Ask Jesus to heal you, or your loved one. And believe He will. He loves you that much.
