I'm eighty one years old and on oxygen 24/7 so I suppose you could say that my Emphysema is pretty bad although I seem to be managing quite well on two litres per minute. I say that because at rest I show a reasonable 95 even 96 or 97.
Worse is that my nose and eyes are constantly running and I seem to lack the energy to surf or write on the forums anymore.
I live in a bungalow and each morning I walk from the bedroom to the Sitting room, regain my breath and take my usual daily inhalants and of course, the Prednisolone.
Having recovered from a Pancoast Tumour some four years ago I feel pretty confident in myself and try to face each day as optimistically as possible, hardly ever bother the nurse or doctor, to come visit me. A couple of years ago I spent Christmas in hospital, hopefully never again, they didn't do any more there than I would have in the comfort of my own home.
Life is now creating daily changes for me, I'm getting older and in spite of the healthiest outlook that I have on life itself, I can't help thinking the unthinkable. . . . . how long do I have? Thoughts that you can’t share with loved ones because you find it difficult and often impossible to share such thoughts.
That is when I come here finding people far worse off than I am myself, people that bring me down to earth with their heart warming stories and their wonderful sense of humour.
As for the trolls that are downright unpleasant on this forum, they infuriate me. They cause so much heartache and sadness please do not let them win.
I have tried to be as lucid as possible but that memory thing keeps getting in the way and I keep forgetting which Worzel Gummidge head it is that I have on my shoulders.