On New Year's Eve 2014, 37 years into her fight with Cystic Fibrosis, my wife Rebecca went into respiratory failure and was placed on a ventilator in a medically induced coma. They told me that she would never be able to breathe on her own without a lung transplant and then they said she was too sick to qualify for one.
We started 2015 with a prognosis of 'days to weeks'. The year brought pneumonia, aspiration, septic shock, and something called ECMO. I learned that walking on a ventilator was possible even though talking was not. I learned that you need to find joy in every moment you can because those moments are limited. I learned of Rebecca's weird affinity for tapioca pudding even though she was not yet in her 70's. I also learned several lessons that helped me get through the situation, both in the hospital and outside of it. I decided to write this book because I believe that these lessons can help others.