The eve of the lungiversary

This time last year I was at a basketball game strapped to the sexy oxygen tubing, gasping for breath and coughing my face off. 

I was on the downward spiral. I knew it was only a matter of time before this life was done for me. 

I was at 23% lung function and losing my battle (although I fought like a wolverine on steroids). 

Everything was becoming harder and harder. Everything a fight. My kickboxing through life was slowing; in fact, almost non-existent. 

I was patiently/impatiently awaiting THE call...