I will leave this to post on my blog while I’m tied up with my evaluation. Those who follow the blog know I was told on March 30 to lose 30 pounds by July 12 to qualify for a lung transplant evaluation for my pulmonary fibrosis. I was down 39 pounds on that date—Marine discipline. So they have scheduled me for the evaluation on August 14-17. It will be a complex and somewhat intrusive physical! I’m not sure I’ll go on the transplant list if offered—the five-year survival rate is 50%. But I want the evaluation to gather data and make a better decision.
Since I was diagnosed with “Early Interstitial Fibrosis” six years ago, I’ve felt like I was in line at the check-out counter. Lucky for me, I always seem to pick the slow-moving line. My birth mother died of Pulmonary Fibrosis in 1995, about four-five months after diagnosis.
Well, July 2012 is in the books. Another month of confounding the collectivists and annoying my enemies by continuing to breathe. Life is good.
Every morning on the Military History Channel, while using my rowing machine, I see ads for the latest miracle diet pill, Lipozine. When a woman giving a testimonial says, “You just cannot do it on your own,” I want to scream at her that I lost 44 pounds between 3/31 and 8/1 all on my own, on a diet I created myself. (I cut fat, alcohol, sugars and carbs way down, increased protein, vegetables, fruits and fiber. This is not rocket science.) Just for giggles, I ran “Lipozine” on Google. There are lots of Scam warnings, so you should make up your own mind. I don’t know. I gave up buying things from TV infomercials anyway, after getting burned a couple of times.