My journey from COPD stage 3 to a lung transplant patient.

The journey from a sad and grumpy man to a happy grandfather This blog was not born from inspiration. It was born from necessity. From too many hours in waiting rooms with recycled air and chairs apparently designed by enemies of the human spine. From nights when every breath sounded like somebody slowly crumpling paper inside my chest. From discovering that once chronic illness enters your life, nobody hands you an operating manual. You either learn to manage the system your

The new "appendages" are the shell for new lungs. A lung transplant recipient—or someone living with advanced COPD—is not really a patient. He is the manager of a small mobile chemical laboratory. Every morning and every evening, I stand in front of organized rows of pills. They look harmless enough until you remember that each one can alter kidney function, blood pressure, immune response, glucose levels, mood, sleep, appetite, or the general stability of civilization inside

There are moments when time stops behaving normally. Not years. Not months. Not even days. Just a handful of hours that divide one life from another. For me, those hours began with a kiss outside the operating room and ended less than twenty-four hours later at a sink, rinsing my mouth with cold water. Everything in between belongs to a category of memory that feels both crystal clear and slightly unreal. For forty years I managed projects. Marketing programs. Technology impl