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So my aunt is here for a week, well the week is almost over. She has the same date of birth as me, 23rd of sept. Different year of course, but that’s not the issue. It really hits me how little of life I have experienced, by choice. I guess some of that is okay, because I skipped some unneeded pain in the end. See, the reason my aunt is here is because she has a disease that eats your lungs, well, okay your lungs actually eat themselves. Her lungs simply do it faster than they can repair themselves, because the protein or what have you to control the reaction to slow down the lung decay is broken in some way. She is here because of an athletic world event, the transplant games. Where people who have received transplants, and families of those who where donors meet together to talk, share, and compete.

What I realized is that while my aunt was dying, and down to only 3% of her lungs, I sort of didn’t care. I simply existed and wallowed. In the end she did get her double lung transplant, and is doing great. But I don’t appreciate her any more than Normal I guess because of all that.

Anyhow, I thought I might just share this with you all.