A lot of the time, like a few people on here I get a little scared because I don’t understand what is happening.
Even though I am on oxygen 24/7 and can control my breathing, for the past week I have been unusually morbid and down in the dumps.
Soon I shall be 82 years old and for the past nine years having fought Cancer and hopefully beaten it have been nothing but optimistic about my Emphysema, though very aware that it was getting worse.
Today I seem to have reached the end of my tether and wonder how much longer I can go on.
The painful struggle trying to breathe after the slightest effort is intolerable, and to be aware that the end of my life may be near is sad.
If this was raving on a winters day it might be appropriate but on a beautiful summer day it is totally unacceptable.
I dare not tell my wife of 55 years how I feel but feel safer expressing myself here amongst friends that know what demons we face on a daily basis.
I have decided to give myself a week of Antibiotics and if that doesn’t work we shall take it from there, In the meantime, from any of you that are panting like a puppy let me know about your worst moments and how you coped, remember I am on oxygen 24/7.