I haven't posted this yet because I didn't want it to look like I'm competing with Moni.

She's got cancer and hopefully she is past the worst.

My journey started the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Felt like a cold, went to bed early. Wednesday still didn't feel well, my wife made me take a covid test. Yup I got covid, again went to bed early. Got up around midnight to take some meds. I'm in the kitchen and wake up on the floor. My wife standing over me, are you OK, what happened? I said I don't know. She helped me to my feet and boom I went down again. My wife thought I was dead. No response until my wife revived me asking what happened, my response was 'what do you want'. I didn't remember falling down. Got an ambulance and trip to the hospital. One of the guys said well happy Thanksgiving.

I was in the hospital for four nights. My heart was in afib the whole time. Cat scans, x-rays, ekg, and eeg. I now have a pulmonary dr. A spot on my lung got bigger, I've got what looks like emphysema and sistic phybrosis. Parden the spelling.

This all scared me to the core. People tend to pray to the lord more when in times of great need, I'm no different praying for all of you when I'm done praying for me. I have plans for my life and I hope the lord agrees with me. After all I have grand kids to spoil.

Take care everyone and pray for another good day. God bless, Danny.