About realBeingInsights driven by my journey through idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (IPF), a disease that literally takes one's breath away. And through a double lung transplant, which brought wind back into my sails. Insights wander far beyond the disease to discoveries about being real, real being and what is truly important.
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Torrey (my eldest stepson and a superlative gentleman) and I took Buddy for his final visit to the vet. I couldn’t have done it without him. Torrey is one of those exceptional people who knows how to be there in just the … Continue reading
Jason Ohler | real Being First, please indulge me by watching the 37-second video. I recommend you turn up your sound and go full screen. PEE-ills. That’s what I call them. It gives them more personality. It keeps me from … Continue reading
July 4, 2015 | Jason Ohler I’m one of the reasons your health care costs so much. Sorry. I am four months post transplant. I felt fine until my doctors told me I wasn’t. Back into the hospital I go. … Continue reading
Jason Ohler | June 16, 2015 My good friends want to see my scar. They feel comfortable not hiding their very understandable curiosity. They know it’s going to be huge, and it doesn’t disappoint. It stretches from arm pit to arm pit, riding … Continue reading
For about a year, when I wasn’t in bed I was sitting in one of these. Let’s start with the one in the middle. That’s the dining room chair where I spent so many hours, typing, drilling inward, scanning the … Continue reading
We should all be concerned about this, shouldn’t we? But it’s particularly important to transplantees because we take medication that causes us to be immuno-suppressed (vs. emotionally suppressed, though there may be some of that, too). Here’s how the post-transplant … Continue reading
Once I realized that no one survived the disease that had chosen me*, (unless they were fortunate enough to receive a lung transplant), I began reading the obituaries. I’m not sure why. I think I was looking for company. Senator … Continue reading
In my previous posting I said, “Friends often want to know if I have any profound revelations to share? I think it is their way of asking if my experience left me mythologically magnetized, attracted to a particular religious perspective. “No … Continue reading
The previous posting ended with the words: “How stupid, to panic about one’s trash. Yet, these are things that are important when one is not fully conscious of one’s life.” The important word here is “fully”. I was not unconscious by any means. But … Continue reading