I have had asthma for some 20 odd years now. The condition has steadily deteriorated and has now become COPD or COAD. Chronic Obstruction of the Airways Disease. One of the unpleasant symptoms of this disease is emphysema – which is scarring of the lung tissue, caused by excessive coughing. I find it difficult to breath on the best of days. It becomes especially difficult if I catch a cold, but apart from this, I lead a pretty normal, happy life, just slower and a little more sedentary than I would choose.
I caught a cold on the day my son left with his family to go and live in Australia. That was a Friday. By Sunday the cold had turned into a lung infection and I needed to see a doctor for antibiotics. (COAD causes a low immunity system)
On Wednesday the specialist put me into to hospital so that I could have steroids intravenously to open my lungs.
I am home now, having been given as much steroids as my little body could bear. If my condition deteriorates this weekend, I shall have to go back for another bout of steroids.
When my son told me that he would be going to Perth to live, I thought that it would be something that I could not bear. It would be a mountain I could not climb.
I can’t help fearing, with this latest setback in my health, if that isn’t proving true. Is it possible that my poor weak mind and my broken heart are making me ill? If so, how can I make myself stronger? Is there a way to grieve that does not affect one’s health?
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