So many memories are flooding back i dont know where to start from...
Perhaps a simple introduction would be best before i get into the history of events:
Hi, i am Sonata (my Blog name)
I live in the South East Queensland in Australia.
For near ten years my husband and i and our two kids lived in a large
old typical high set house with our dogs and cats, one canary bird
and a back yard with a never used barbeque and a set of swings and all.
A small ordinary, rather quiet and happy family.
Then i was diagnosed with a serious Lung illness.
I was given 2 to 5 years maximum and was put on long term antibiotics.
Soon we sold our home, gave our pets for adoption and moved into a new
waterfront apartment so that i could live my dream and enjoy the sea
while i started 3k daily swimming laps at the local pool.
Later on we moved again to a differnet newly built unit
and for the past near nine years i have lived in this type of clean, pet free
environment with a 100% Natural, Fresh Fruit/ Vegetable diet, Goat milk,
Nuts and Seeds, supplemented with daily Vitamins.
After a couple of years, my specialists informed me that the antibiotics
were not working and that generally they were not doing me much good.
I was faced with the dilemma to stop and let nature take its course
or keep on taking them to slow the process (as i assumed) and see how things go.
The decision came soon after a walk with my younger daughter
who was then a High School student and while not even having
a boyfriend at the time, she told me:
"Mum, i want you to be at my wedding!
I cannot bear the thought that you might not be there..."
While i was considering silently in my head
that she would be studying medicine and would have to do internship,
find a boyfriend and if all well, wait for him to pop the important question
and then arrange a time ... etc... etc...
I was surprised to hear 'her mother' part of my brain replying:
"Of course sweetheart!.. i promise you, from this moment on
i will do all in my power to live and be at your wedding
and i will be there no matter in what condition i am."
and then the trailing part of my thought completed itself silently in my head:
"...and if i am not here - as is most likely- ... i will still be at your wedding..."
So i continued on with the antibiotics.
Beyond all odds i survived and made it to her wedding
but one month later my condition deteriorated so much
that i almost past away one evening.
When morning arrived and found i was still here i decided it was now time
to stop the antibiotics as i had fulfilled my promise
and was time to give my body a chance to recover
or for events to follow their natural course...
Miraculously i started to recover - and recover Fast and Vigorously!
All Bleeding Stopped and i felt Better and Stronger
than i had ever felt for a long long time
and was able to fortify my diet with additional Nutritional Foods
that while on antibiotics my body somehow could not tolerate.
All was good and getting better and better until six months later
when suddenly i felt like i had somehow caught head lice...
It was a hacking raspy cough that attracted my GP's attention during a visit
and ordered an immediate Chest X-Ray.
I had deliberately -and very unwisely- tried to stifle and hide that cough
for near two years during my HRT prescription visits
not thinking it was anything too serious and wanted to avoid
a round of around the mill tests that would end up showing nothing
as it had always been the case with any tests i had ever done
but this time i was caught and it was just one unguarded little cough
that elicited a surprised exclamation of "WOW! .... what was THAT! ..."