Last night I went to the hospital ER for the second tine in as many weeks due to coughing and breathing problems. Boy, do I hate the ER., but the coughing had gotten so bad I had lost my breath several times and it has scared me. It feels like a five pound stone is sitting on my chest and I can’t get any air in my lungs. It’s to the point of actual pain to take a single breath. After the x-ray and steroids and a 45 breathing treatment, I was told for the second time that I had a COPD exacerbation and they were sending me home with steroids for five days. I asked about staying on steroids which are the only thing they have to help, but was told that was up to my Lung Doctor.
I asked what I could do at home to keep from having these exacerbations and was told to stop smoking. and I told her that I stopped smoking on June 3, 2017 so that was a BIG check! What else? Don’t be around other smokers. Check! Then it was stuff like taking my medication, eating healthy, and living in a clean environment and so on. That was all a Check! “Well, the answer is Nothing!” the doctor said, “You just waited too late to stop smoking. There is just too much damage done to your lungs.” GREAT!!!!!
These were the worst words that I could have heard. After having survived Hepatitis C, with a Liver in good condition and few ill effects. I have also survived childhood abuse with only PTSD. I am working with the medication to handle the Bipolar and schizoaffective disorders so you see my life is not so bad. I just need a god-fearing man in it. But if I can’t breath what kind of life do I have to look forward to?
Now sitting here in the cruel light of morning, it still looks bad, but I am a god-fearing woman. So I am turning this over to the Lord. He is my Lord and Savior. “By his stripes we are healed,” Isaiah 53:3 KJV I am claiming this over my lungs and breathing. I am healed! Praise the Lord. My God is a merciful God and He will see me through this. I will praise His name no matter what.