I think I have cried every day since finding out her diagnosis. Most days I have this feeling in my gut of impending doom. I haven't carried that feeling around like a security blanket since I was a using addict who thrived on chaos. I am afraid, sad, angry, and hurt . . . and I am not the one who was diagnosed with PF. I feel selfish thinking about how much I already feel affected by this disease, yet I know a diagnosis like this affects not only the person with the disease, but family and friends who love that person as well. I think part of being an addict involves being somewhat obsessive/compulsive and I know that is certainly true for me. I don't like the unknown and while I can accept that there are things I will never know, I do make an effort to learn about things I can and that take up too much room in my head - like pulmonary fibrosis. Here is some of what I have learned so far:
A Snapshot of the Disease
- The disease affects 200,000 Americans; alarmingly prevalence has increased as much as 150% percent since 2001
- The median survival rate is only 2 to 3 years, and more than 2/3 of patients will die within 5 years
- There is no FDA-approved treatment or cure for IPF
- An estimated 40,000 people die each year from IPF – one every 13 minutes (the same number that die annually from breast cancer)
- An estimated 48,000 new cases are diagnosed each year
- IPF can affect anyone, but the disease tends to affect men more than women; the mean age at the time of diagnosis is 60-70 but can occur at any age
- IPF is 5 to 6 times more common than cystic fibrosis, yet it remains virtually unknown to the public, many policymakers, and even some physicians
I don't want to focus on the fact that my Mom is going to die because if I do, I will miss out on the time that she still has left to live. I try not to give PF too much space in my head but it has made itself comfortable there and eviction is proving itself to be impossible. I pray a lot, although nowhere near as much as I think I should be, for God to direct my thoughts and to strengthen my trust in Him. This all feels so unfair, especially since I lost my Dad seven years ago, but I know God sees the whole picture and I only see a small part.
I wish my Mom would talk more about all this and about what she is thinking and feeling. I wish she would say that it is okay for me to talk about it. I have three sisters and don't even know if they understand what this diagnosis means or if it is okay to even ask them.
Dan and I are going to Eau Claire on Saturday because my cousin in town from Missouri and I really want to see her. Even more than that I really want to see my Mom and we will be getting together with her for lunch. I just hope I can hold it together, stay in the moment, and focus on the time we will have together and enjoy it. I don't want to fall apart and I know if I put this all in God's hands He will give me the strength to hold it together.