I shared the news on Thursday, April 3, 2026, and I know it probably felt like I dropped a bomb on most of you. Like Brian’s lung transplant needs came out of nowhere. It didn’t. The last five years have been devastating in a very quiet way. I’ve been slowly watching the love of my life get sicker and sicker. Brian had a cough for about two years that I kept asking him to get checked out. When he finally did, we got the diagnosis: pulmonary fibrosis. And right then, we were told a lung transplant would be the cure. That same week, his father called to say he had also been diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis and was given a few years to live. So we started living in two realities at once. Traveling back and forth to see his parents, while Brian was getting sicker too. This disease is sneaky. It’s invisible if you want it to be. We just didn’t show the oxygen tubes in photos. Maybe we left the party early. But at home, it was a very different story. And still, life kept happening. We found sea-level vacation spots with zero altitude. Our son became a freshman at Lowell. Our puppy grew into the laziest adult. And I finished my dream degree in Art History with a minor in Museum Studies. Go Gators. All of that existed at the same time as this. I don’t fully know what we need yet, but I hear you. I know so many of you want to support us, and I’m so grateful. I’m overwhelmed. I know we need food, and I know I can’t do this all by myself. Brian has always done the heavy lifting at home. He’s hella OCD and literally cleans for fun, so yes… this is a shift. There’s also a whole new reality that comes with a lung transplant. No sushi. No gardening soil. Trying not to get sick at all. His immune system will be heavily suppressed so his body accepts the new lungs, which means our home, air, and routines are all about to change. Even Miss Nova is getting a new routine, 2x baths a week. These past few years, we’ve been slowly shaping our backyard into a place where Brian can rest, breathe, and heal. That space is about to mean everything. A lot of you have sent me different ways to organize support. I see you. Thank you Mayra for this website. Thank you Chyris for the loving push… “I get it, you don’t need anything, but you have to eat!!!” So yes, we’re doing a simple "goodeggs" meal train-style setup. Brian would love cards 💌, and I would love some LOL's while I step into full-time caregiver mode. Thank you to all of our friends and family for holding us through this. We love you. We appreciate you. We are steady, hopeful, and ready.
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