If someone told you had a bleb and it was like a blister that popped and healed only it was on your lung and caused your lung to go flat and crumble to the bottom of your chest cavity and the air that escaped your lung filled up that empty cavity and pushed your heart and your thorax out of alignment and you could stand and walk your dog and carry on with life you would think it was a story or episode of some weird tv show. And if someone told you that a cluster of blebs made a bullae and you had one on your left lung and they wanted to cut some holes in your body stick a camera in one hole doctor tools in the other holes and pull it out of your body and staple your lung closed what would you think? I can tell you it is all rather unbelievable even when it is happening to you. Being poked and prodded having tubes stuck into your body that keep sucking air from that same cavity allowing your lung to inflate and stay inflated is like sci fi and yet it’s real and happening to you. You pee in a bucket at bedside and people keeping asking you if you passed gas or had a BM. You order 3 meals a day from a hospital menu and if you don’t someone calls you and encourages you to eat. Nice people deliver your meals at bedside. Seriously is this my reality? I am in a lovely room with a sunset view but I can’t leave cause I’m attached to machinery. Well I can tell you that was my reality for over two weeks. I met some of the most amazing care givers who I will forever be grateful for not because they took care of me but because they did so with such grace and kindness. From the surgeon to the man who cleaned my room from the nurses to the folks who delivered my food almost each and everyone of them gave me the gifts of kindness. Now I have to mention my husband, my family and friends who never left me alone who brought me anything I asked for did not shy away from my illness and continue to support me at home as I recover. There is no way I can express my gratitude. I don’t know how. I can try and I will and it is likely it will never be enough. For starters I can acknowledge some of the faces. I did not start journaling on Facebook until about half way through this experience so there are lots of folks who were influential in this experience but I have no name and no picture.