What makes me special?

So what makes so special? Why would anybody want to read about my life? Well, first of all I'm not special, never have thought of myself that way really, that's why I wanted to do this blog was just like everybody else. I was just an average Joe who was struggling to make it through life and really nothing has change. But that is the beauty of it,if I were some famous athlete or celebrity then the average person would be like, "Oh well, yeah she is doing all of this because she has all of these people to help or because she was already in really good health."  I'm not sure anybody will ever read this blog and if they don't that is okay I least put it out there and I won't have to wonder"what if". Do I think anybody cares about my story? Well no I don't really I'm not doing this so everybody can say oh poor o2 lady she has it so bad. To be honest I'm not really sure what to do or think when people show me pity. What I want to do is show people who are facing a life threatening disease that you don't have to just lay down and die.
 My step-dad struggled with bad health and lung disease for most if not in some part of his whole life. He was facing death the only thing that would save him was a lung transplant he put his name on the list and waited. He grew sicker and sicker all of the time, you could tell he was running out of time. He was always talking about the things he still wanted to do he wasn't ready to die. Then the day came when he got the call he was getting a new pair of lungs, he was getting his second chance at life. He would be able to do the things he had wanted to do. After the lung transplant he lived but he had no life. He was worried about rejection at even the slightest hint something was wrong he would work himself into a panic. As time went on he feared rejection more and more he stopped going places.He started staying locked up in his house. He became more and more fearful not of just rejection but life in general. Then it happened he went into rejection and this time there was no second chance. He didn't want to face death he wanted more time but he wasted the time he had been given. He wanted to be put on the transplant list again. But his heart wasn't up to the task and he ended up having to face the death he feared so much. That's why I refuse to waste the time I have been giving. I'm not going to lay down and cry about the time I'm going to lose. I'm going to get out there enjoy the time I have make the most of what I got. I wanted make memories with my family, see the places I want to see and do the things I wanted to do. Now because of the oxygen there are a lot of places I won't be able to go to but that is okay. I'll do what I can when I can.