Today is one of those days where I realize my mortality and quickly shrink away from the idea. 

Being alive is so enticing, and my attachment to my body is quite strong. 

My lung function isn’t improving, and neither is my weight.  I’m at the point of needing a transplant, and I keep avoiding the conversation, because maybe if I ignore it, it won’t exist.  My lungs will heal and I’ll live forever. 

Healthy, and blissfully unaware.