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"I try to keep an open mind, but not so open that my brains fall out."
The Continuing
saga of the
"FUTURE
CORPSE"
1999
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One of
my friends said it right when he said
"Putting
a smoking section in a Business
is like
putting a peeing section in a swimming pool."
Bill Poplett, Claude Baril, Richard Heering and Paul Marks
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Pain is a requirement. Suffering is optional.
"Don't Complain About
Thorns Among Roses; Be Grateful For Roses Among Thorns."
Here it is already
Tuesday, January
12, 1999 already.
I really did not
want to wait this long before starting this page but I have had a lot going
on in my life.
Mostly two little
grandsons to do homework and reader rabbit on the computer with.
I have shown the boys how to do a web page and you can visit it at:DAEVID
AND IAN WEB PAGE
I also have been
doing a lot of work on learning coral draw and new scanner stuff.
The Christmas and New Year Holidays were fun with the boys here with my
daughter and her husband.
We have had a good
bit of snow and we live on the north side of a slope and boy have everyone
been doing some sledding. (except me.) I have enjoyed so much watching
and participating in their development.
They are such a
joy and a blessing to me.
About my lung transplant
news. Got a call last friday to come in on the 19th of jan for my
treadmill
destat test.
And then again on the 21st to talk to the doctor in charge of my case.
I still am in an evaluation process of the entire situation. Everyone
tells me that they are interested and that I probably am already in if
they are asking me to come back for that one last test. That is sort
of my thinking also.
I also have been
having a go around with the phone company. There is an intermittent problem
in the cable to my phone line. If it gets cold and wet i get no dial
tone. Well this is the phone to my computer and It has taken me almost
a week and lots of stress to explain to them what a crook this is to live
with.
Last and certainly
not least is the fact that Donald is having some health problems, and I
am concerned. We are
afraid it might
be connected to the lyme disease he got a couple of years ago.
He has a very fast pulse rate . it races
and this is not
very good. I am very concerned as Donald is ....well there just are
no words to describe what he means
to me. If
there were words, just speaking them would diminish the feeling that I
have for him.
And my Life goes
on with lots (for now) to fill up the days.
"If we knew what
it was we were doing, it would not be called
research, would
it?" -- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
Friday, January 22,
1999
I found out yesterday
at my HUP appointment with Dr. Arcasory, the doctor assigned to my case
that I
have been accepted
for lung transplant at University hospital in Philadelphia. At this
time the average wait is
about 18 to 24 months.
I am checking into now finding a pulmonary rehab program for myself.
I do not know
where that would
be. maybe Taylor hospital. By monday I Plan on checking out a few
by phone and setting
up a time to go
visit them and see where I want to do rehab. i still have so much
mixed feelings about transplant.
It is such a drastic
step. 10% are lost in first month. 25% are lost in the first 6 months.
Over 50% are lost
in the next five
years. Another harrowing thought is the killing your immune system
so it won't reject the new lung.
Has to be done but,
you also won't be able in the future to fight off infections on your own.
You will be susceptible
to any and every
germ there is. and then there is tissue match, not just blood match.
and different other matches.
You better make sure
you have had every germ your donor has had because there is always the
chance they have
had a viral infection
you have never had. their lung has built in immunities to it that
you don't have, but it
has been introduced
into your body and you no longer have immune system to fight it.
By the time doctors discover
there is a problem,
it is to late. The damage is done and you are a goner. There I go
again, playing out worse case
scenarios.
Always trying to cover all bases, and in this case not really knowing what
to do. I am going to find
the right rehab
center for me to do rehab at. Then I will just take it as it comes
one day at a time. I really don't want
this tx. I will
do it I think only as a last resort. It is such an invasive, final
statement. Anyway this is how I feel today.
Tomorrow is always
another day. Who knows how I will feel tomorrow.
there is no reality
in life--only different people's perspective on how they view life.
Saturday, January
30, 1999
Two days ago on
Thursday I went to visit Taylor Hospital's Pulmonary Rehab Center to see
if that was where
I wanted to do my
Rehab that was ordered by Lung transplant Team at HUP. I was really
impressed at all
they have to offer.
It is on the fourth floor of the hospital and is in a large spacious area
with large
beautiful plants
all around and large windows to look over the countryside as you exercise,
which provides
a very tranquil
environment. The pulmonary therapist is a warm friendly person and
willing to work with you
on your need basis.
I start this Tuesday at 10:00 AM. Sessions are 2 hours long and one
hour is physical work
out and the other
is in education with speaker or some form of learning to care for ourselves
easier.
I have never seen
a rehab this nice before that was not dedicated to "Sports Medicine."
Taylor Hospital
will get some recommendations
and whatever I can do to promote it, if indeed it does live up to what
I have seen
so far. I
am now working on getting a list of possible meds that could be given pre-tx.
and post-tx.
So the table below
will not get filled immediately. It will fill up as I learn Piece-mill
what all these drugs could be.
KEY WORD HERE IS
"COULD BE ANY COMBINATION OF" THESE DRUGS
"DON'T FORGET TO
LIVE" Words to live by. We must stop and enjoy life.
Your specific disease
has a lot to do with your pre-tx meds. Post tx you will take a variety
of meds, most
to suppress your
immune system. Some to help prevent viruses and fungi from attacking
your body.
Often, you
will need to take supplements to offset the side effects of your post tx
meds. The bottom line
is that you will
be taking powerful drugs for the rest of your life. The specifics
depend on your situation,
and how your doctors
handle your treatment. Below are some of the many drugs you could be giver
prior
to or after transplant.
Dosages vary from person to person.
Do you have a medical question or want to know about one of these drugs?
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I Was Dying.....
First I was just
dying to start school with the other kids in the neighborhood.
And then I was dying
to finish high school and start college.
And then I was dying
to finish college and start working.
And then I was dying
to marry and have children.
And then I was dying
for my children to grow old enough for school
so I could go back
to work.
And then I was dying
to retire.
And now, I am just
dying
... and suddenly
I realized I forgot to live.
" "Lord, remind
me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my
days are numbered,
and that my life
is fleeing away.
My life is no longer
than the width of my hand.
An entire lifetime
is just a moment to you;
human existence
is but a breath." "
"A Well Chosen Word Can Speak Volumes"
Thursday, February 11, 1999
These are not my words, they are the words
of a virtual friend who shares with me the same disease.
These are her feelings and I know you
will feel what she is feeling as she writes them. I sure did......
...............................................................................................
My 2 cents..for what its worth...This
last year I have lost a lot of my
independence. I was hauling my 02 all
over and running errands, shopping,
even riding with the portable 02 in my
husbands saddlebag on his Harley.
It wasn't a great life but I had come
to accept my limitations. If it
continued that way maybe I would have
had second thoughts about the lung
transplant....but then reality set in,
I got sick. Nasty infection that
would not go away. Now, six months later
I am infection free but the trade
off is my independance. No more slinging
my 02 over my shoulder and
hopping in my car to run to the store.
Its become too difficult to fix
dinner and I am relieved when my daughter
says.."You don't have to pack me
a lunch today Mom". I took the first shower
I have had in 3 months
yesterday...heaven. I suppose again I
could learn how to ajust to relying
on others more...but there are no others..or
very few. My Moms dead, my
Dads 76 and needs me! My husband is a
workaholic and very stressed. My
friends are busy with lives of their own.
I am not wealthy enough to buy
care, nor do I want to. I dread becoming
more and more of a burden to my
family and hope I am making the right
decision to go ahead and try to gain
some quality...because I am living the
quanity and its not enough.
Love,
Suzie
*****************************
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin' in the wind
She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes
Neil Young-1992
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The Diference between
construction and creation is exactly this: A thing constructed can only
be loved
after it is constructed;
but a thing created is loved before it exists. ................................Charles
Dickens
(Creative Thoughts
are deeds)
Saturday, February
13, 1999
Well I was only
able to do 6 minutes today on the treadmill set at 1. Thursday at rehab
I
did 10 minutes at
1 plus all the other exercises. I guess today was a bad day.
Yesterday
my new friend Millie
came over. She is 69 years old and drives and carries her oxygen
around with
her. I met
her at rehab and she is so afraid of being alone that she will drive herself
anywhere to
not be alone. This
disease takes so much from us, not just physically, but also emotionally
and
psychologically.
It is absolutely impossible to describe what you have been robed of by
COPD/Emphysema to
a person who doesn't even think about where their next breath is coming
from. The
damn disease takes over all aspects of your life whether you want it too
or not.
Try to picture any
of these scenarios:
1. You are
in the bleachers at a football game and your team has the ball and is running
toward
the goal post and
you want to jump and cheer along with your friends. You don't want
to think about
COPD/Emphysema.
You wanna cheer and yell your team on. Too damn bad. How you
gonna do that
when you can't even
breath. You are worried about what happens when you get excited........
2. It is summertime
and it sure would be nice to go swimming or water skiing or just hang out
in the
sun near the water.
Can't handle the heat. Have to have air circulating around you all
the time.
3. You would
like to go to church on Sunday morning. Or maybe to other places
where crowds are,
but you have to
be careful of crowds because you know crowds are full of people with colds,
flues
and lots, lots worse.
You've already been in the hospital twice this year with infections and
it is
only August.
Do you really want to risk it? Would the outing be worth it in the long
run?
4. You use
to enjoy so much eating out with your husband. But you have this memory
in your head of the last visit to the hospital that almost wiped you out.
You got some bacterial infection from the
way the food at
the restaurant was handled. You spent 5 days in the hospital and came home
with a
vast weight loss.
There is no way to forget the disease. Not for one minute of your day or
your life.
It is not that you
don't want to. It is that it is there to remind you sucking the breath
and the life
out of you.
If you think the
above mentioned things are miserable things to live with, I can name lots
of other
things I miss out
on that keep my mind on this disease. Then when I do go out in public
and see
someone smoking
I try to catch their attention and look them in the eye. I want them
to see me.
I want them to remember
me. I am a 90 lb. wasted body who is 58 and to myself look lots older.
I usually am in
a wheelchair with oxygen being pushed by husband or daughter. If
I get the chance I usually will even tell them to keep puffing away here's
the preview of your coming attraction.
You think I care
what they think now. "NO WAY." Maybe I even may make an impression
to make them quit and save their life.
There is lots and
lots of stuff I am missing. There is lots and lots of stuff my husband
is missing
because of this
disease because there is NOT the sex life there use to be. Without
Love this
marriage would not
have survived. I am thinking these thoughts tonight as my Wedding
anniversary is tomorrow on Valentines day and I can not give my husband
what he wants and needs in our
marriage.
If I could cry for anything it would be for all I have deprived my family
of. Such a wonderful family who goes out of their way to provide
for my every want and need.
I know what I did
to get Copd/Emphysema. But, I don't have a clue what I ever did to
deserve
such a wonderful
husband and family.
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Saturday, February
27, 1999
Boy, has February
passed in a hurry. My how the time flies when you are having fun.
I am enrolled in
a physical rehab
program at Taylor Hospital here in Pa. and I go on Tue. and Thursday morning
for
two hours each day.
One hour of maintenance and one hour of lectures or whatever they have
planned for us. I am really enjoying it and need the physical part of it
a lot. I do feel somewhat better since I have been going for about 4 weeks
now. I hope it is feasible that I can continue rehab after initial
time is over. Don is leaving for a trip for Boeing. He will be gone
to Conn. for a week on business. Renea
and the children
and I will be alone here and I will dearly miss him and hope I can survive
without him.
I suppose this is
a test and I suppose I will survive. I'm sure I will. I just sometimes
have those COPD
anxieties kick in
again and have to fight off the panic attacks.
I made a new friend
at Physical Therapy. Her name is Milly. She doesn't go to therapy
now. The
therapist introduced
us and now we see each other about once a week. She comes and visits
me or I go visit her. She is in severe stages and is on oxygen.
She still drives, but, I have my doubts if she should be driving.
Her husband is a
wonderful artist and is much known in this area.
The physical therapist
at rehab also gave my name to another lady that I have began an email friendship
with.
She lives within
driving distance of me. So we may becoming close friends also.
Life goes on for
me. Some days are good, some are not so good. Some days I am
scared to death I am not going to see tomorrow. But all days are
wonderful as they are a gift to be enjoyed and I always try to enjoy
every day of my
life. Most of the way I do that is trying to create something new
every day. Some piece
of art work or something
new on a web page or something to cheer someone up who is depressed or
ill. Or
doing something
neat for my grandchildren, children or my husband or mother. God
has been so good to me and he keeps giving me more and more time to learn
these lessons he has given me for soul growth. I wish I wasn't so
slow whited at times. I do know the key word to the lesson is LOVE
everyone as Christ LOVES us.
The secret is in
the practice of that Ideal.
I want to
be like the bumblebee-it does not know that aerodynamically it cannot fly.
- So don't tell
me I can't, either.
Saturday, March 27,
1999
Well, It isn't as
if I have been having a wild party that had kept me from writting here
for a while. I have been busy with
pulmonary rehab.
and I have had a broncial infection for about 3 weeks now that keeps me
coughing all the time. It is a productive
cough though.
It is just I do no usually cough at all. I haven't coughed this much
since I was diagnoised in 1986. I hope it is
not a viral infection.
i have already taken one Z-pac and am now on my second one. Seems
to me that if it were a bacterial
infection it would
already be gone. It is not as bad as it was, but it still is bad.
I am doing good at rehab. Not as well as I want
to be doing, but
I know it will take a lot of work to just remain at this level. I
am up to 20 minutes at 1.2 on the treadmill.
I can pull 2 lbs.
with my arms for 5 minutes. and I can bike with no tension for 15 minutes.
I know this must sound trivial to all you healthy people out there but
for me it is an effort to get off the couch and walk down the hall to the
bath room. It is really funny to go to rehab in a wheelchair and
get out of it to do all the exercises. I have done 6 weeks of exercise
and I know that I will have to do it the rest of my life.
One of my new friends
Milie is cming home from the hospital today and I hope to be able to go
by her house and deliver her some flowers
before we go to
Di and Bobby's for dinner tonight. I think that is where I picked
up my cough that I have. oh well. I still need friends.
I have been contaplating
Renea and the boys leaving and going back to Kentucky when this school
year is over.
I am very scared
of the time I will have on my hands then. I will be alone and I do
not like being alone. Just recentlyt have I been able to label this anxiety
that I feel. I kept asking myselfwhy do I get panicky when I am all
alone for the day? I never could identify the
reason until now.
It is like this....It takes forever for me to do anything. when I go to
the bathroom.The first thing I do is sit down and get
my breath.
When I do anything the first thing I do is sit down and get my breath.
I move so slow because I can't breath. My legs, arms eyes, mind work
at the same pace, it is just my lungs that don't keep up and it affects
all other aspects of my existance. If an
emergency were to
occur while I am alone that required fast, quick responce, I would not
be able to handle the situation. I can't respond fast enough to take
care of an emergency. That scares me and thus the panic attacks.
This is just one more thing I live with.
I am a pretty creative
person so I will have to think of some creative way out of this situation?
Maybe someone reading
this might have a suggestion for me and could look at the bottom of this
bage for my email address and email me their suggestion of what to do for
my panic/fear. I have thought of renting out a room in our home to
some lady. That might be neat.
But, you really
have to be careful who you have in your home. And I don't want anyone
I have to take care of. I would want
someone who would
want to help out around here. At the moment this seems the best idea.
But, how do you find someone who is just the right someone? Any ideas,
anyone?
Well, that is about
all that is going on for the moment. Oh yea my son-in-law left to go back
to Kentucky a couple of weeks back as he got a call from FORD to come test
for a job with them. He spent the past month testing and got hired and
starts next month. So he will be back here tonight or in the morning
to stay until he goes to work there. He will get to be with Renea
and the boys as they miss daddy.
Then he will go
back to Kentucky to work and Renea and the boys will join him when school
is out here.
More later dudes
and dudettes.
People who expect
nothing, will never be disappointed.
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Sunday April 11, 1999
Hello all. I am just about over my bout
of what ever it was I got. Some bothersome infection that kept me coughing
all the time ant I used up two Z-Packs and had to finish up with 8 days
of 200 mg. of
Trovan. The Z-Pack wasn't doing
the job. I guess I have built up a resistance to them. My Friend
Millie that I made at rehab several months
ago and who bought a computer and got all enthused about
having someone to communicate with and
we had established a friendship. Well she was in the hospital about
a week, came home, fell and went back in the hospital and she can't remember
things now and they have
Hospice with her and I expect the very
worst and the family doesn't want others there. I must call and
check on her in the morning. It
is getting closer to school being out and my daughter will be leaving with
the boys and I will surely be very lonesome for her and my grandsons as
they are going to join Daddy in Louisville,
ky. I can feel already that I will
have masive panic attacks. Just don't know how I will handle it this
time.
I thought I had this dragon already slain.
I guess that is what I get for thinking. Don and I both are concerned
about it. It scares me that there has to be an answer for me if I
only could find it.
Little Daevid My youngest grandson and
angel will be 7 years old the 24th of this month and he and I are going
to toys are us and he will get him some presents from grammy and grampy.
I really will miss you Renea.
You and My Sweet Grandsons.
I have another appointment on the 22 of
this month at University Hospital of Philadelphia, pa.
I think they will probably check stats
to see how I am doing in reguard to Pulmonary Rehab. that I have been going
to. I also have appointment for mamography and paps smear. so i'm
doing what I should on getting
tested. I am glad summer is here
and I can plant stuff outside and enjoy the patio and fresh air and all
the plants. My Website has turned
into a monster and is difficult to maintain. I still enjoy it and
it is a delite to create and maintain. Sometimes it just seems so
big though.
Well I think I will close for now and
clean up some other pages on this site, that haven't been looked at or
cared for in a while. Everyone wait patiently for the next edition of my
life. It may not be much to you but, it's
all I have.
Do, or do not. There
is no try - Live each day as if it were the last day of your life, because
so far, it is.
Monday April 19,1999
Goal to work on for pulmonary rehab??????
(1) to walk for 20 min (and go at least
1/2 mile in that time and no rest stops),
(2) ride the stationary bike for 20 min
at .5kp with no rest stops,
(3) walk the treadmill for 30 min at 2.0
mph with no rest stops.
I do not know that I will ever be
able to do this. I was up to 20 minutes on the treadmill at 1.2 mph, but
got knocked down to 5 minutes at 1.2 by the infection that I just got over.
But, Just think what I would be at if I had not been
exercising at all.
COPD can and dose make all of us who have
it miserablely alinated from the rest of society. Seems we spend
almost all of our time thinking about
being able to breath. Of course how can you help but have it on your
mind if you arn't able to do it. I recieved an email the other day
I would like to share with you. It is as follows:
To All:
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" This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me". Like amny, if not all of you, I am not
a happy camper. My E has been very troublesome the past 3 or 4 days.
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I am not the world but I am writing you
for the world that does not understand us, that is why we need to understand
each other. Yes Elizabeth sometimes I get so lonely for friends to
go places with and do things with. But, they aren't there anymore. And,
I can't even give it a good cry because I get real SOB when I have a crying
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Sunday May 2, 1999
Here are some things I do to keep my home
as clean as I possiblely can when I have no energy to
really clean it. First thing you
do is have a gargage sale and get rid of all knick-knacks and mainly
unuseful dust collectors. You know you
don't want to keep dusting that useless piece of China or
what have you. Next, all that you
have to dust, furniture and whatever else that needs dusting,
use a baby wipe. It picks up dust and
does not fly any in the air. Toss it when it is full and get
another one. Next, get rid of all
wall to wall carpet in your home. The most unhealthy thing
you have in your home. Day after
day I hear lots of you worry and talk about being afraid to go
out because you are afraid of getting
infections. Well you don't have to worry about getting
infections by going out. You would
not believe what is living in all carpet. No matter how clean
you think they are. I have a combination
of tile, hardwood and linolium flooring in our home.
I have a dust mop that I put water on
and wring out good. and dust the floor with that. then take
it off and wash it in the washer. I do
not use "End Dust" as I have MCS and can't stand the smell.
I have only limited amount of dishes
left and arranged where I can reach easily. Use a lot of cheap
Paper plates. Make lots of meatloafs,
casaroles and freeze them and take from freezer to oven to
table in same bowl. Corningware washes
off well with some soaking. Also do some crock pot
cooking and since summer is here honey
likes to cook on outdook grill. I sit downwind of it, and
drink wine tee hee. Rough way to
live but, somebody has to do it. I don't dry off after a shower
I put on a terry cloth robe and sit on
the thrown and think about important world
events until I am dry.
At the same time that is an ideal time
to lotion my body as I am getting kinda dry in places.
I have been out in the yard planting flowers
in the yard and in pots and I am exausted, but I have
visions of a flowered patio with family
and friends sitting around in the good old summertime
sharing and living. and I think
as I am sure many of you do How many more years do I have to
enjoy all that God has given me.
None of us know that answer. I just know I never want to take
for granted one precious moment he has
blessed me with. I just wanted to share my thoughts
with you today. They seem to be
fleeing these days. The thoughts and the days that is.
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- very sad news
Colin died at 6.11 this morning
12 May, peacefully in Hospital. He had a
I'm sorry Gene - I am only home
and I have much to do. God bless you for all
Ann (Colin's Mom)
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Tuesday May 18,1999
Well, I am still
here and still carring on with my life, such as it is. I have been
to the tx doctor at HUP since we last talked and I also have been to my
regular pulmonary Doctor. They both said "You arn't moving any air"
I know that, What I don't know is why I'm still walking around?
Everyone knows that no air moving = death. Guess the spirit is pushing
to ignore what body says. I am always sleepy and fatigued.
All the time. Can't keep my eyes open. Of course,
fatigue is also a symptom of depression. It's hard to know just what's
going on with COPD? Allergies? Medications? Depression?
It can get depressing just being sick so much. I'm wondering if I
ever will have another good day in my life of not. It has been so
long since I have had a day without fatigue or nausea or pain or Shortness
Of Breath or something to screw it up.
Thiscatch-22 cycle going on now
is ......too tired and SOB to exercise........no exercise makes me tired
and SOB. I've read all the literature on exercise but
frankly, I just barely have the energy to get up and get dressed.
Renea and the boys are leaving when school
is out and of course she does not know
I have no idea what I will do when she goes, but I do not have any idea
what I will do.
I need help to even do the simpliest things.
I need someone here days when Don is at work. I have no answer for
this problem. There is no answer in this state. I wonder about
other states? What do they do? It seems to be a private, personal
thing. If you can afford someone to come in daily and care for you
it isn't a problem. If you can't afford it, it is a problem.
Personally I can't afford it. And I am having mass anxiety attacks
thinking of it. And here I thought I was over those damn things.
My prayers are consoling and I know the
only thing keeping me from the looney bin at this time. Anyway. I'de
just as soon skip it if I had a choice about it. You would think
after 13 years of knowing I had this disease (no telling how long I had
it before I knew it) that I would move gently between stages of mild -
mediumn - severe COPD. There is nothing gentle about COPD.
It's a bitch and then you die. It boils down now to how do I keep
myself from loosing what little sanity I have left, worring about my care
when she leaves.
I guess if I do freak out, they
will carry me away and that will solve that problem.
I have been sleeping all morning and can't
eat because I am nauseated. I need to eat. I can't eat. I need
to exercise. I can't exercise on a empty stomach.
I need to get positive. Be back
later when I get that way. LOL
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Thursday May 20,1999
The item below was written by a friend
on a support group I belong to.
Gene Downey <Gdwny@AOL.COM>
the weather has a great deal to do with
our abilities to breathe. I believe what happens to
you during humid weather is caused by
several things. One being when there is high
humidity the water vapor occupies more
of the volume of the inhaled gases we take into
our lungs. This starts to limit
the concentration of 02 that can be delivered at the same time. That
can be noticed by a lowering of ones 02 stats using an oximeter.
But the increase of humidity in the air also causes more mucus it seems.
I mean in the lung area its self. This mucus is always there as we
need it to lubricate, protect, and trap and remove foreign
matter taken into the lung. But an excess
of the same leads to a film that the 02 needs to
get through to then be diffused through
our lung tissue for our bodies to get into our blood
stream. This can cause a problem.
Plus, if there is allergens in this air, our lungs can react
to those also. So it is a multifaceted
problem. I have seen myself have some coughing problems and the like
if one uses a nebuliser with sterile water in it. The high humidity
reaching the lung causes some discomfort
at first. But then the thick mucus is thinned
and one gets it out of you. Upon
recovery from coughing many times one can breathe
better. But with high humidity all
the time, the relief comes with the dropping of the
humidity. One can get some relief
by going into a closed house and have the humidity
lowered by running the A/C and it removes
the water vapor or using the same principle]
with a dehumidifier. That is why
it can get better as it gets hotter out. We retreat into
the house and the A/C runs because of
the heat. Try it.
Now when we have a heavier load from these
things, the muscles and the body
has to work much harder to get the 02
we need. This means an increase on the
respiratory rate and so an increase of
the muscle use. Plus, maybe a lower 02 supply
to those muscles. Bingo! We
have some muscles complaining about this. That is why conditioning
helps in these circumstances. So there is many factors. One
must try to
keep the cellular exchange and function
as best as possible and balance the needs of
our lungs to the conditions we have or
change those conditions as best as we can. This
is a real pain, huh? But there is
some ways to attempt to do this as best as we can.
So making sure the muscles get the best
nourishment they can get and the minerals
like magnesium and the like that helps
them is important. But I just had a couple of calls
from those I have talked to about using
MSM for some pain to thank me for telling them.
It has worked for them. That is
with dealing with muscle problems like fibromyalgia and
the like. Enough said on that subject.
Keep watching and learning all you can
with what effects your problems. That is how
we learn. And good luck in finding
relief from your pain and discomfort. We all struggle
with that. But it is made easier
by sharing knowledge. I am having shortness of breath
and a burning tongue. A neighbor
just had a lawn care company spraying their lawn.
BAD NEWS FOR ME! I wonder
how many people realize how much in health that they
pay for in making their lives "easier."
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I just thought how right he is since we
are all Chemically poisioned by a variety of
substances we have injested, smoked soaked
in or gotten into our system one way or
another. Some of us are so bad we
can not be in the same room with someone who has shampooed their hair.
Life is hard for all us with Copd. Most of us have more than the
one problem of Copd. Yet most of the people I have met who have Copd
are more than willing
to go out of their way to help anyone.
Anicer bunch of people you couldn't find anywhere.
You might say we are a dying breed.
But don't despire, The tobacco companies are giving
us 3000 new smoking kids a day as replacements.
Did you know that one in four people
walking around today has or will have
COPD. "PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT."
the most important thing for us to do is hang
on to as much as we can. Because when it goes so does your reasons
for living.
Saturday May 22,1999
Hi Barbara,
I have been outside on and off all day
today. Enjoying the out of doors.
Summer is gorgeous here in eastern Pa.
I have also been planting flowers
and watering and arranging new pots in
the yard. Killing caterpillars making
cocoons all over the place. Watching grand
kids swing on a tire tied to the
tree in the back yard. Watching
birds building nest and the wrens already
have babies in the carport nest.
The cat is stalking squirrel under the weeping
Cherry tree. Boo Gwynne is frolicking
in the tall grass and I see that the deer
were in the garden last night while we
all lay sleeping.
This is a heck of a way to live, but someone
has to do it. LOL
Was it me who was depressed the other
day?
What did I ever do to deserve even one
of the blessings he has given to me?
I hope you enjoy all you have also.
God has been so good to us.
Also hope you are having a good breathing
day.
have you ever read my journal? In
case you are interested........
http://www.webquarry.com/~boopack/corpse/
Your friend in Pa.
The Boo Mistress,
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Thursday May 27,1999
We know a lot of our problems today were
caused by cigarette smoking, but in a recent
email it was mentioned to me that they
wondered how much of our problems could have
been caused by drugs. Now there
is a subject to ponder. Don't you think? I can think
of
no generation in the history of man more
insufferable than our own - "WW11 Babies"
You remember us don't you? We are the
ones who were going to fix the world. Right
after we finished doing all the drugs
we could find. We'll be back to you soon on
the world fixing thing. Our problem
was that the drugs were so darn good in the 60s
that we did not notice when our bell bottoms
metamorphosed from denim to polyester
and our sandals to platform shoes.
We had stepped one toke over the line and before
we came to it was the 70s. We awoke
to the sound of Donna Summers moaning in a
strobe lighted room. Our hearts
were broken. There was only one thing to do, become
dancing machines and deviate our septems!
Honest to Goodness, it seemed reasonable
at the time. And so the generation of
revolution became the Me generation which, of
course, meant we had to become the most
revolting Me we could. This is possibly our
generation's only success. We wore
gangster lids. We still believed in a better world
through chemistry but we gave up mellow
drugs for ones that made us grind our molars
to dust. We slept with anyone we
thought might have those drugs, who it turned out
was everyone. Then the 80s arrived
and we became the generation of greed. I think this
was a bad rap. We weren't greedy, we were
just broke from buying all that cocaine. We
needed junk bonds just to get back on
our feet. Now it is the late, late-90s and guess
what boomers? It is almost over.
We are old. Our children are Yuppie larva.
The Age of Aquarius is now the Age of
Antiquity. There is gray in our ponytails and
beards. All pants are now hip huggers
by virtue of our hips becoming so darn
huggable. It is time to forget social
upheaval and concentrate on social security. And
pray we live long enough to collect.
"It is hard to believe
that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you
were in his place."
-- H.L. Mencken
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Monday June 7, 1999
I have an appointment
with my ob/gyn doctor in a little while but I thought i would start this
and come back to it later. I have been so busy and so fatigued lately.
I have several pages that are down and need repair on them. I have so many
projects
around the house
that need work done on them and I just have to manage my time in accordance
with my energies and decide just what is not going to be done. There
just isn't enough
energy for all of it.
All the deaths that
have occured since I have started keeping a written record are just overwhelming.
I want to keep a record of these people, because they are from the two
list I am on, the second Wind list and the COPD list. I started my list
with the
memorial I did of
Colin Bell a 20 year old young man from Ireland who died 5-12-99.
Here is his memorial.
Everything is going
the same. I am in rehab and doing 30 minutes on thee treadmill and
I'm
using one pound
weights on my wrist for my arm exercises. I have to really work to even
get that much done. It is really hard, but I will keep trying to improve
those numbers.
Renea is leaving
to go back to Louisville with the two grandsons around the fourth of July.
I really will misss
them all. I sure depended on her a lot. I don't know what will happen
now.
I am praying my
panic attacks do not return. I am praying I handle the heat through
the
summer. I
am praying that I can keep infections out of my life. I am praying
for strength also for my
Donald as he really
will have a load to carry now that Aleshia is leaving. Also Little
Boo is getting old
and is almost as
grouchy as I am. She just won't let anyone touch her but Donald or
me.
She is really jealous
of the grandsons. She is just getting so old and so crankey
The only other thing going on at present
is trying to update webpages and open a page on exercise.
I made this
card for the group today. Hopefully we can all one day learn we are
all a part of the
whole. None of us is the complete.
And most assuredly we all need each other.
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Wednesday June 9,1999
This Journal is
about me and what it is like to live with this disease. I think it should
also include what it is like for the person/persons who take care of us.
The following is an account of what it is like to be a caregiver.
This is a lady caregiver for her husband who is the patient and has COPD.
They prefer to remain anonymous. Here is their story.
Jim & I have been married since 1966
(& went together 4 yrs) so we are pretty much welded-at-the-hip, we
think each other's thoughts, etc. I love him dearly and I guess that
makes being the care-giver easier
(although I have fallen on my face a thousand
times since we began our struggle a few years ago!)
I ache for him to get a breath & pray
that his strength and dignity return with a transplant. I realize
that HIS needs have to take precedence over mine, period!! (A hard lesson
for a hard headed woman).
We are very far along in this thing so
some of this may be of future use.
I try not to leave him over an hour or
so a week (& then have our son or someone here). We have cow
bells by the bed and by his chair in case I'm in another room and he needs
me. We have 2 mile radius
walkie-talkies in case I'm working in
the yard - I can check on him or he can talk to me. If I have to
go to the store and he's up to riding in the car, I keep the pager on me
and leave him in the car with the
cellphone on the curb or in the nearest
handicapped spot, he can beep me if he needs me and I leave the store.
The important thing is that he doesn't feel alone 'physically' - it's bad
enough that serious illnesses make you feel alone in so many other ways.
I put off going to bed until he's ready
(he dreads it every night as it takes his breath to walk to the bed and
lying down changes the way he breaths). I do my cleaning in the morning
while he's still asleep -
using nothing with heavy fumes, but I
do try to keep things as clean as possible to cut down on germs that could
cause him problems. I don't let anyone (including grandchildren)
come in if they are sick or have a cold.
I TRY to understand if a medication makes
him grouchy - and realize that he's not mad at me, he's mad at the situation,
- at the helpless state of his body, - at the fact that his mind doesn't
process information the way it used to because of lack of oxygen, - at
the fact that panic attacks cause him to lose control, - at everything
about aging and illness that makes it deplorable and sad, - at living day
to day 'waiting,
waiting, waiting' for the end ...or a
transplant, whichever comes first! His prayer is that he not suffocate
to death, I join him in that prayer. I remind him that God has always
taken such good care
of us, that He has been our everfaithful
friend, I try to point out the positive, the hopeful things. I include
him in any and everything he feels up to, short rides in the country or
visits from the 2 friends who
come by each week for coffee (yes, we
do still have 2 friends). If he's up to it, we sit with him and if
not, we sit in the next room.
When he had radiation treatments for prostate
cancer and lost so much weight, I took him small snacks several times a
day between meals - a half an avocada, a spoon of peanutbutter, cheesecrackers,
etc. (all suggested by the pulmonologist) & fixed Barley Green shakes,
Soy shakes and anything else I could get down him. We are very lucky
that we got two years in cancer free so that we could get listed
(a few centers will take you after 2 years,
most want 5).
The fact that Jim and I have been 'equal',
and have shared most of our lives has helped us in the area of 'shifted
responsibilities'. Jim has always been the strong one in this family
- and he has taken very good
care of me for all of these years.
It' s my turn to carry the load. I don't automatically make all the
decisions - I usually ask him what I should do. But, there are times
when he just isn't up to thinking about things and in those cases - I do
the best I can. I can tell when he's
glad I asked and I can tell when he doesn't
give a hoot.
Sex was always a very big part of our
life together. For a long time, it was still possible - but different.
Once the breathing deteriates to the point that panic sets in just thinking
about it - it's pretty much
out of the question. There ARE times
when he is stronger and 'willing' to take that chance. The main thing
I would say is to KEEP intimacy - by light hugs, touching your mate's arm
or giving them a pat. The worst thing is to stay clear completely
and never even brush against them for fear they'll take it as a 'go'.
And TALK about how you feel and what you need. I tell Jim once he's
transplanted and on his feet, he's gonna owe me bigtime! (Of course
he has as much catchin up to do as me!)
Now for a selfish addition (for caregivers).
Remember - if your world has shrunk to a tiny circle, your caregiver's
has as well. WORDS can do wonders to help the caregiver that is feeling
exhausted, unappreciated and looking at a bleak existence. Be quick
to give a compliment, thank them for their care, (not every time they do
something - but often).
Try to be an easy person to take care
of - meaning not to intentionally cause them to take a million steps, or
be angry with them because they can move around and you can't. Don't
use them as a target for your anger and frustration.
We've had to work thru all of these things
- and we are still working. But, as the condition has gotten worse
- our ability to handle things has gotten better.
THERE YOU HAVE HOW ONE COUPLE HANDLE THE
COPD CARGIVER/PATIENT DAY TO DAY - WAY OF LIFE
There is no such thing as a failure who keeps trying; coasting to the bottom is to only disgrace.
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Saturday June 12,
1999
I have another caregiver
story to share with you today. I thought I would put the two caregiver
stories together so they would have more of an impact on the reader. In
this one the husband is the care giver and the wife is the patient.
Here we have a chance to look at what it is like for a man to carry the
majority of the load. I have been after my husband Donald to write
his story
and until he does,
we have only pete's perspective on the problem. This starts off with
Sue saying hello to all.
Sue Steinmetz <smetz@SONNET.COM>
Hi everybody...My
husband is my primary caregiver and we have been married 22 years and I
still feel cherished
and he is my best friend. So...I asked him if he would write his
point of
view. He pecked
away at the computer for about half an hour and here is what he wrote.
You will notice
that he is a very exuberant individual with plenty of energy for the two
of us.
Before I turn you
over to him, I want to says thanks for all the positive comments on my
ABC wish list.
Here's Pete:
well...asking for
me to write a few words about my life with Sue...may bedifficult...as most
of the people I work with,including 27 12-year-olds, and certainly my close
friends know I'm A TREMENDOUS BULLSHIPPER...I can go on and on...and so
the difficulty may be keeping me to
few words...anyway,
background: Sue and I have been together since April of 1975, when
she as a single
parent, brought a rather rambunctious kindergartner into my classroom,
we
had to have a "parent
conference" right away...little did I know she was scheming on me, and
as I was near divorce...we
hit it off, and eventually I would call in sick from her house, and the
school would call right back, as yes, Sue was a substitute teacher...later
when the district
saw how amazing
she is they hired her and we team-taught for the next 17-18 years until
the damn alpha-whatever, forced her into early retirement...the time we
spent together in the classroom was fun, rewarding and just literally flew
by...we are a perfect match...whatever I am...(bombast, irreverence, wise-ass..)
she is not...oh, no goodie-two-shoes, Sue is
reverently irreverant,
sees right through facade (my phoniness) but is also an excellent judge
of character, of
which she insists I have plenty...(the kids love me at school, even if
the staff thinks I'm demented)..Sue is the Georgia O'Keefe approach to
elementary ed. and I' more the Larry, Moe, Curly, WWF, South Park approach...She
would teach pointilism to 6, 7, or 8
year-old students...I
prefer square dancing or paper airplanes...or rock and roll parties with
lots of soda and
chips and salsa...IN OTHER WORDS, we have this incredible yin-yang thing
working, and we cashed in on this with our local school district for many
years...after Sue
left work, I thought
I would be at a loss, so I went to the middle-school kids and took a big
gamble after working
21 years in kindergarten, first or second grades...Sue, though at home,
was there with me in spirit, and though I was terrified of pre-adolescents..(the
wonder-bra set)..it turned out to be the best thing I could have done...my
life in the primary grades was wonderful, but now I hate to leave my people
in the sixth grade...I go early and stay late,
actually I leave
Sue lolling in bed liesurely...she love to sleep in...always has...so I'm
out
the door at 7 am,
and usally get home by 5-6, and do a little reading of my kid's writing,
while watching some trash tv...I was born to be a sixth grade teacher...these
are my friends,
confidants, and
inspiration...when I get home with Sue...I usually bring some "school baggage"
and Sue and I hash it out...well, she knows most of the personalities I
talk about so it might
not be as bad as
it sounds for her when I do "de-stress" before dinner...So, that's the
background...we have a life that is extremely limited from one point of
view, but from
ours, we are the
luckiest people on earth,...like I said, I live with the best lemonade
maker around...she has never spent one minute of her early retirement thinking
of things we could
no longer do..our
list of things "to do" is way too long and we almost never say "if we could
only..."...I think most of our happiness comes from our unique desire to
squeeze as much joy
and laughter as
we can out of even the most miserable situations...our day-to-day journey
requires some amount of energy trying to get a laff...I do this for a living
in the classroom.
No one hates school
anymore than sixth graders...My drive, my major goal in life is to bring
joy to the sixth
grader's world...at times, it can be challenging, but usually I can do
this quite easily. I understood at an early age the importance of
humor...Laurel and Hardy, the 3 Stooges..etc, and I feel the therapeutic
importance of laughing has really helped us at home,
as well as in the
classroom. You have to find the joy, the humor, and laughter...just
a
smile...is there
anything more beautiful than a second grader, missing teeth, and smiling
over doing something
as unpleasant as 3 digit subtraction with zeros correctly?? And so
too
in our lives, we
have figured out what we can do, and there are so many things...and WE
DO
THEM...fortunately,
Sue and I were never overweight, WE HATE EXERCISING!!! So we never
have to go for a
jog..go to the gym...work out and drink out of those ridiculous bottles
of water..??? What the hell's so special about those little bottles
anyway??? WE HATE TO HAVE
TO GO OVER FOR THOSE
OBLIGATORY DINNERS AT SEMI-FRIENDS' houses!!! so now we never have to make
up excuses!!!..WE LOVE DRIVE-THROUGHS...you can look like hell, and still
get your teri-yake
bowl! Sue has always been kinda sedentary and so she did not have
to
give up all that
much..she paints, she sews, she quilts, she cooks....she READS!!!! I mean
really reads, we
love going to Barnes and Noble and we always come back with lots of stuff
that keeps us occupied
for days...WE LOVE THE INTERNET...we are both addicted, and feel
this technology
was invented just for us. How did we ever exist before e-bay???
For that matter, Sue and I can remember getting one channel on a funky
tv, with an antenna we had
to turn by hand,
(it was wired to our front porch)...now we have 36 cable stations...(we
don't want Primestar!!!
we don't have enough
time to watch what we get now)...how about no vcr?? we don't even watch
all the movies we get...WE ARE TOO BUSY!!! and last but, not least WE MICROWAVE!!
And I cook on the
Weber alot...(jeez, I'm starting to spell like a 6th grader!>>>alot)
What I'm saying
is that we have evolved through the last 24 years,and we keep changing.
Is it hard for us
with limited physical contact??? It was probably harder for me to
stop
abusing drugs and
alcohol. There was a very long time in my life where I was fairly
stoned
or drunk most every
day. I used to think, I just can't seem to have fun, without getting
wasted...hell, now 2 beers and I get a headache, but I still love the Coronas
con lima. it's
just that we have
evolved, and part of the changing requires new ideas, a little discomfort
and
FLEXIBILITY...just like the sixth grade...I look for new stuff, 'cuz I
think it could be as
much fun as grade-level
changing...I'm lucky, we got cell-phone, beepers, I work 10 minutes from
my house, in our little foothill community, we are 3 hours from Stanford
Med Center, so
I can go fish in
the canyons, watch my kids play little league, but mostly I love sitting
around
with
Sue... laughing, talking, gossiping, watching the tube, doing a crossword...or
driving.
Sue and I drove
to Maine lastsummer, before she was listed for transplant...You can do
anything you really
want to...we're just lucky and don't really want to bungee jump
anymore...I'm a
survivor of 12 years of Catholic schooling. (That's why I work in the public
school system.)
They did a great number on my head and I still believe sex is overrated,
and
just live vicariously
I guess. Sue and I can be close without the steamy all-nighters...but
it's been so long that we've just gone on to other things...your life is
what you make it. I have never spent one second regretting anything
that Sue or I have gone through, and it is a complete waste of time to
see how crummy her disability is. It just doesn't work. Well,
I
told you I wouldn't
be able to keep this short. It's just that I live with this
really great
lemonade maker,
and I really like beer, but I've learned that lemonade really is the best
drink. Write if you're still not convinced that I'm the luckiest,
happiest person in the world,
and love my skinny
little emphasyma...however you spell it...patient-wife...the biggest
bummer???
Her oxygen hose is always coiled up, ready to snare..but is that
it???? I can live
with that...later, South Park is on....Pete
That is the story
of Pete and Sue. This is just one of millions of stories out there
just like it.
How do I know this,
you ask? Simple, my dear Watson. Because one in every four
people
out there has some
form of dibiliating lung disease. This is all for today friends.
Stop by later and
I'll spit out some more openions ond other thoughts and try not to
bore you.
Thank you all for following my journal.
Later Dudes and
Dudettes.
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Thursday June 17,
1999
Today I am on my
way out the door to go to rehab, after rehab I am going to stop at Millie's
house. She has hospice helping her most days and she is pretty bad
off. She seems to have bronchitis all the time. She is always coughing.
The meds she takes do not seem to get rid of the cough and she doesn't
ever cough anything up. It is like she is too weak to cough it
up. I would
like to share from time to time different things, thoughts, feelings, ideas
and
such. Just to run
by you what it is like to live with this disease.
Here are some thoughts
by one lady I know. In order to make my life fit my needs and vice
versa I finally accepted the fact that the person before COPD will never
be again. Now this person is a different lady as she is slow and deliberate
with her actions, she has a schedule just as important as the schedules
she had at work, and that is a medicine regime most important to our well
being. I do not commit to any thing that I may have to cancel except Drs.
appointment that way I am not disappointed when I cannot keep the date.
All of the things that perturbed the other lady no longer are of importance
such as the wash may get done on Monday and if it doesn't it will be there
on Tuesday or Wednesday and no one else
cares either. The
dusting and the vacuuming may get done and it may not if it doesn't it
is
not a big deal any
more. I can now easily tell someone I'm sorry but could we visit
another
day I am just not
breathing well today and it would be difficult to talk as much as I want
to.
To put this in a
nut shell if it is not a life and death situation it does not take any
of my
energy that I so
badly need to breathe. My information is that it takes us COPDers
ten
times more energy
to breathe than it does a normal healthy lunged person. Therefore I
place everything
I need within reach when possible. The dust mop and long handled
duster are kept
in the laundry room out in sight so there is no effort to find and get
them
to use. If I had
a large closet for these that might do as well. Part of my exercise
routine
is walking up and
down the stairs yes slowly and using diaphragm and purse lip breathing.
This way the big
muscles that use so much oxygen can get the benefit and my breathing in
turn is better.
Whether I feel like it or not I go to post rehab three days a week for
an
hour of social and
exercises where we are on our own but a whisper away from medically
trained therapist.
I always come away invigorated. My record stands now at 10 minutes
@ a speed of 0.8
mph on the treadmill and that is after two months of the program.
We
also do warm ups
before and exercises with weights at the end. What an accomplishment
for me in March
I was still recouping from Prednisone tapering and pneumonia in October
and December.
Most of all my sense of humor and laughing is the best part of my life.
I
had to get mad and
say hey I can be bitter and miserable but I'm not going to be this
disease took away
the life I loved and it will not take the fun out of life. That I can control
and I do. I stay
away from negative people and things, they bring me down. If I get tangled
in my 02 tubing
I laugh at myself and straighten it, pull it out of one leg of my jeans
or out
of my blouse that
I have buttoned over the tubing. Life will be too short at any length
to
be in a mad mood
if I can swing it I will die laughing. Most of all be easy on yourself
and
do things in stages
lay out your clothes, rest, get your toiletries together in the bathroom,
rest, then take
your shower, use a big fluffy terry cloth robe to cuddle up in while you
sit
to rest and dry
without exerting yourself. Find something you love to do that takes
the
least exertion hand
sewing, puzzles, crosswords, computer stuff this has been my saving
grace as I need
mind stimulation as most of us do. I read a lot of things on the net since
it
hurts to hold a
book for any length of time. Try not to stay in one position for any length
of time that will
eventually make you sore in the muscles that you are using too much.
Ask the Dr. for
meds if you feel really different and not as good as usual. No one likes
meds, however, you
will find you can wear yourself down real fast biting the bullet as I
call it. This is
long and as I type it only brings more things to mind but I will stop my
babbling. It is
just so important with this illness you do what you can do and do not
fret about the things
you can no longer do because if you do, it only makes you more tired
and then sob. (short
of breath) Cultivate a friendship with someone you like. There are
800 good ones to
choose from on this list pick the ones that will teach you, urge you on
and praise your
accomplishments that is how much love and compassion they feel for the
rest of the group
and you too now.
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Tuesday June 22,1999
Sunday was fathers
Day and boy did we have a good one. Renea, the grandsons and myself
took grampy to Hersheys
Park and boy did we have a ball. Ian and Renea rode everthing they
were big enough
to ride, and Daevid and Grampy were very selective on what they rode, as
they have large
quezzy grampy tummies. We had a wonderful day and got home after
midnight
and threw our dirty,
sweaty, tired bodies down and went to sleep without a bath or even
undressing, we were
all so worn out.
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Tuesday July 6,1999
The entire weekend of the forth
was pretty uneventful. Renea spent most of it packing. Don
and I went
to the mall and bought a mouse for the
computer. I wore out another one. We also signed up for
@HOME Surburban Cable as our Internet
Provider. They will be doing the hook ups on the 29th of July and
at that time I will drop Bell Atlantic and Voicenet. Trying to get
all those pages switched over to my Webquerry address before that date.
Don also took the grandsons fishing over the fourth and Renea took them
to a fireworks display on the evening of the fourth. In
case a lot of you don't know the entire East coast is having a heat wave.
Philadelphia has been a little shy of 100 today with heat index of 105.
It was only slightly higher yesterday. The air is stagnant. Nothing
is moving least of all the people. I am sitting secure in my little
air conditioned bubble wondering when the city will have a power outtage
in my area. An area in the city had an outtage Monday
evening until around 3 today.
We had two brown outs this evening for about 15 minutes each. Boeing
aircraft closed down today and sent all home to give the electric company
a break. I have a large large tank of o2 if my power goes out.
I just don't know how long I can take the heat.without the air conditioning
if power goes. There have been 2 deaths yesterday and one today.
This record is a tied record for the two days with a heat wave in 1914.
It is now 10:56 PM EST
and the temperture in my carport
is 89 degrees. Boo came in from her nightly walk with Don and asked
me to please find the zipper on her fur coat. That's the latest from
the Boopack household for the evening. Thought I would share with
all.
I also want to share an email from "Don
Lore
<folklore@USLINK.NET>
on a subject that most of us are very familiar with. The subject
is Loneliness:
Loneliness: I'd almost like to say,
"It's nice I'm not the only one feeling this way." I guess the old saying,
"Misery loves company." is very true as much as I'd rather not feel sorry
for myself and I wouldn't wish this
disease on anyone. Just think though how
much worse it would be if each oneof us truly felt we were the only one
in this world with this disease.
Of course much of the problem is due to
our immobility because of our SOB and the inconvenience of pulling an oxygen
cart along with us or wearing a tank slung over our shoulder or in a back
pack. Recently though
I find it's the time element that's hard
to handle. I have never in my life had so much time on my hands with nothing
to do. It seems like friends have less time for me but the problem is probably
that I have more time and expect more time from them now that I'm ill.
We are no longer thrown together because of our jobs or other activities that we no longer can participate in. We feel left out because we aren't getting the attention we'd like to have. In other situations we might be accused of being on the pity pot.
I know for myself, I need to get off the pot and do something positive withthe time I have on my hands. Killing time is a waste of time. I need to look at the time I have free as a positive thing, something I can use to my own advantage or to help someone else in some way.
I used to pray almost every day, "Lord, help me to develop a positive,cheerful, enthusiastic attitude and to share this attitude with those I encounter throughout this day." I need to start doing that again EVERY DAY!
Remember the little things, like, "If you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours." and "Take time to let the kid out now and then."
Life can still be wonderful as long as we do what we have to keep our spirits up and take it one day at a time.
Enough already, this is probably to long to be posted but I can save it for myself and maybe share it with individuals if it's not posted.
Thanks for being good listeners.
Don in MN
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This loneliness is some of what I have
been going through with my daughter and grandsons leaving and going back
to Kentucky. I am looking for someone on SS or disability who might
need a
home and wants to share ours (my husband
and Me) with us. I do not want to be alone the long hours he works and
am determined to find the right someone to invite to live with us.
I feel for Don and me this is the right
arrangement. I plan on looking until I find the right person.
I also am waiting now for the results
of blood test I had taken on Friday. To see if they caught
in time with antibiotics the deer tick
that we dug out of the calf of my leg. I went on real strong antibiotics
right away so maybe I will be all right. It never formed a target.
It just got real red and
then went back to normal. But, I have
been dizzy and nauseated and hot aand cold flashes.
I am now in another holding patternfor
the blood test.
In case a lot of you don't know the entire
East coast is having a heat wave. Philadelphia has been a little
shy of 100 today with heat index of 105. It was only slightly higher yesterday.
The air is stagnant. Nothing is moving least of all the people.
I am sitting secure in my little air conditioned
bubble wondering when the city will have a power outtage in my area.
An area in the city had an outtage Monday evening until around 3 today.
We had two brown outs this evening for
about 15 minutes each. Boeing aircraft closed down today and sent
all home to give the electric company a break.
I have a large large tank of o2 if my
power goes out. I just don't know how long I can take the heat.without
the air conditioning if power goes. There have been 2 deaths yesterday
and one today. This record is a tied record for the two days with a heat
wave in 1914. It is now 10:56
PM EST and the temperture in my carport
is 89 degrees.
Boo came in from her nightly walk with
Don and asked me to please find the zipper on her fur coat.
That's the latest from the Boopack household
for the evening. Thought I would share with all.
Life seems to be a series of holding patterns.
and so it goes for now.
Save a life, recycle yourself. Be an organ donor !
Wednesday July 7,1999
Today some words on lonliness from another
friend in Pa. Who expresses the feelings that accompany
You are not alone...She has graciously
consented to share in the hope of helping others deal with COPD.
I too have typed many an e-mail and Not
sent them. :)
I start thinkin' and then the thoughts
just ramble on. LOL
Its a big help to know that someone else
has these same thoughts.
Just knowing that others feel the same
way has helped me. Thanks for sharing..... Sophia in Pa
>@<
Lonliness is a big part of this disease.
Even at family gatherings.. I feel I have nothing to share. I know
this disease has changed me and the way
I think of myself... in a big way. And because I had smoked.
I even feel worse.
We all have needs as humans ... and we
all have our own unique way of feeling good about ourselves. I think
we are confronting a new phase of our life, and instead of fighting the
time... try to enjoy it.
I miss work tremendously... you
don't realize what a big part of life your work is. Everybody says
to
me... you are lucky... you are home
all day...well... I don't feel sooo lucky. All the time you have
spent there with everyone... its like losing a family.
I, know for one, doing for others is what
made me feel good. I have never given myself this much
attention and it feels alien to me. When
we are well... our health is one thing we don't really pay attention
too...we just go along being there for
others and we feel good about ourselves...when our body starts
with those... " I need attenttion now...
and every minute of your day it interrupts what you want to do "
...and I find it interrupts what I feel I should be doing...things that
once were easy to do... aren't. I find myself anxiety ridden and
depressed, at the same time. I feel guilt and shame. I feel
like I am playing hookey... not doing what I should be. I feel
lazy and bad... useless... etc. and I try to talk myself out of these
feelings..... by concentrating on other things.
I think its a matter of switching our
goals to more realistic ones. Changing I can't ..to I can... one
step at
a time. And giving credit to ourselves
when we achieve a goal. Feeling better about ourselves will benefit
us. We have to schedule a whole new life... we just don't fit
in to where we once did. We have to mourn for our lost life as we once
knew it and make a new one. Easier said than done since we can not
get around as we once could...it takes time but you will soon find many
new hobbies and interests in life, and
meet new friends.
We become preoccupied with ourselves.
I know I try to focus...and concentrate,but in the back of my
mind all day....and probably night too..
I am trying to figure out how to get out of this dilemmat. Its just
a bad dream, isn't it? It is a slow
adjustment. We can only take one day at a time. It really is
hard to dream and set goals.... but we must still look forward to these
to sustain us.
In time... you will add many new blessings
to the ones you already have.
Have faith.....
Love, hope and dreams...
Sophia in Pa >SoFreeA@aol.com<
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Friday July 9,1999
I was listed at HUP in Philadelphia on
1-4-99 for a Lung Transplant. I was told that the wait was 18-24
months. I did not then think I would REALLY want a tx. I did
know I wanted rehab and if I got listed my ins. company would pay for my
rehab. So I got listed and promptly found a rehab center. I
joined and went to town on an exercise program that I am doing very well.
I just put everything, but exercise out of my mind because even the 18
month timeframe was a long way off. Most of you, who have had tx,
tell stories of their long wait. So I am working along quite busily
this morning, spinning out webpages when the phone rings and it is the
beeper company in Dallas saying that my doctor at HUP had ordered a beeper
for me. Well I have only seen him twice and he really hasn't said very
much to me, or I to him. We have not established any kind of repour
with each other. I am dumbfounded. I told the pager company to hold
off as I wanted to talk to the doctor. I have a call in for him???
(that could take a week to track him down maybe) I don"t know what to think.
Wouldn't you think the social worker or head nurse or doc or someone besides
the pager company??? would have called me. I don't know what to do?
I don't even know what to be feeling?
I am truly in shock and now I have to
FOR REAL decide if I am going to accept this beeper and do it or fight
with my body the rest of my life because of the drugs I would have to be
on.
I am in a TIZZIE and just this morning
at 5 AM I kissed my two grandsons and my daughter goodby as they left here
in their U-HAUL for their trip back to daddy in Kentucky. I was in
pain already from that loss (although I know they belong there) My
adrenalin is pumping through my body 99 miles an hour like a freight train
at full speed and The Rail Road tracks are worn out, and the sound of the
engine, and the clang of the bell are driving me crazy.
Now I think I will try to sit back and
wait for doctor to return my call (or someone else from hospital's "Lung
Team" is more likely) What else will this wonderful day bring my way?
Whatever it is, it can't top what has
already happened this day. Think i'll
go check my horoscope.
Monday July 12,1999
Don is off work for two weeks to help
find someone who perhaps needs a home as much as we need a companion/friend
to be here with me as I very seldome leave except for rehab or doctor appointment.
Beeper arrived by UPS today. I called
HUP and gave them phone number as I had been indtructed to do.
Was told I could discuss this with doctor
on the 5th of August when I have my next appointment at HUP.
Tuesday July 13,1999
This is an answer i gave to anew member
of a list I belong to that is about COPD/Emphysema.
There is so much information out there
on the web for you to read and arn't you glad you joined this list.
You already know you can start with
my list and follow with "Friends sites" under that very header on
the Bookmark page at: http://www.olivija.com/lungs/
Consider this: We all are battleing COPD, which
is an umberella term that encompasses
all the respiratory diseases you mentioned plus a multitude you
did not mention. We all battle this
disease to the best of our abilities with whatever we have to do
battle with The mightest weapon
any could have is knowledge of the disease. You can't fight what
you do not know. You cannot even
discuss intelligently with your doctor, your care if you don't know
what the disease is about or will do.
To arm yourself for the BATTLE OF YOUR LIFE pick up the mouse
and start your research with just any
search engine. They all will produce for you on this subject of
"COPD" Learn about your disease,
so you can question your doctor intelligently.
One of the other strong weapons to fight
COPD is exercise and it has been reported that only 7%
of rehabers continue exercise past rehab.
Is it any wonder that doctors treat us like children, when
the majority of us should know better
but don't. We have just got to start caring and doing something
about ourselves. That is not just
you Alice. That is all of us. Collectively. God Bless us all.
Anyone out there that needs help with
using search engines or really wants to know anything in reguard
to getting your answers. I don't
have many answers but I do know how to point you in the right direction
and give basic help on the computer.
If you need help in any of these areas. I'm willing to help and I feel
the only stupid question is the one not
asked Your friend in Pa.
The Boo Mistress,
Olivija
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Here is another email i recieved today
and the answer I sent in reply.
Good Afternoon Olivija,
I found your website today while searching
on COPD. What a brave person you are to share your story
via the web. My husband is 48 and in Nov
he was have SOB so he went for a checkup and was told he
had "last phase" emphysema and should
see a specialist.
He immediately stopped smoking.
It took a month to get an appointment with the Best who told us he
wouldn't live a year if he wasn't accepted for VLRS -so, we went to the
VLRS Center and had numerous
test only to be told he wasn't a candidate
because there's only a small portion of his right lung that is
any good.
I was wondering exactly what you felt
about the VLRS - this fellow really emphasized the horror - the
high death rate, month of recovery, etc
We now have an appointment scheduled with
another best of breed next week. My husband is on 4
liters of O2 but he still works everyday
and won't complain, so, I really don't know how sick he is.
I'll keep you in my prayers and I'll follow
your website.
Eileen
= = = = = = =
Hi Eileen,
Yes it is always good to find another
friend who knows what Copd is really like.
Yes it is also terriible there are so
many of us. There is so much to learn about COPD if you really want
to slow the process of it's progression.
It is a progressive disease.
But, it is up to YOU as to how fast the
beast, COPD progresses. There is so much you can do to
help yourself and your quality of life
for your husband. I would encourage you to have your husband
start educating himself on this disease
and eactly what it is and what he can do to help himself.
As for the Surgery you speak of it is
called Lung Volumd Reduction Surgery LVRS and some say it is
great and some say not. My openion
at this point is you are not in a good position to judge whether it
would be good fot your husband or not
until you and he learn more about the disease itself. You say he
has already quit smoking. That is
one giant step in the right direction. the item in a COPD patients
life that
makes the next largest difference is exercise.
Learning how COPD allows muscles to atrophy and how that
adds to our shortness of breath. how COPD/Emphysema
destroys and distends the alveoli distal to the
respiratory bronchioles.
I would like to send you My pages of bookmarks.
Click on any item you want to read about. I have spent
many hours compiling this list so that
people would educate themselves so that they can live with some quality
of life and decide their best options for themselves.
http://www.olivija.com/lungs/
Also here is my copd Resources page for
further help.
http://www.megalink.net/~dale/olivija.html
Also, on my Bookmark Page, Under the header
of "FRIENDS' WEBSITES" is
lots of help from other COPD?Emphysema
with Websites dedicated to help also.
I hope your husband realizes the seriousness
of him beginning to take immediate interest in learning about this disease
and 3 to 4 mo. He sees hundreds in between and has forgotten what
little he knew of your perticular case by the next tyime he sees you.
You have to know and you have to learn if you care about your life.
It is at best a team effort with you and the doctor.
I will be glad to help/advise point you
to the next steps after you have done much reading on this subject.
There id also an on-line support group
Called the COPD-list it is in a lellow rectangle box at the top of my bookmark
page,
If you are interested in joining it, just
click your cursor/arror on the hypertext and then fill out form.
If you have any questions, I am more than
happy to help in any way I can. I was diagnoised in 1986 with severe
COPD/Emphysema and I am still here with a good quality of life. Stap
positive and keep a good attitude. It is so Important. I hope to
hear more from you and your husband.
Your friend in Pa.
The Boo Mistress,
Olivija
Wednesday July 14,1999
Here is a message from a cyberfriend with
the disease of COPD/Emphysema who has something to say
and it is: A Message to the many
newcomers: COPD is just another challenge for those
of us from
the "Greatest Generation." When
I graduated from High School in 1943, our "Guidance Counselor" told
us that if we enlisted in July we could
probably get the Red cord of Artillery, but as most of the divisions
were being filled, if we waited 'till
August for the draft, it was definitely the blue cord of the "Queen of
Battle" Infantry. Well we went and came back, went to
school, got married, raised our families, smoked, we had our ups and downs.
Now some of us are facing the challenge
of COPD, It is not insurmountable,exercise, diet, good pulmonary
care and we can have a decent life. Above all is our attitude, and
the ability to fight this disease as we fought all of our lives.
Those of us who grew up in the 20s and
30s saw our parents struggle with the Great Depression, there
was another great generation. Therefore,
it is obvious that each generation has its greatness and shall have
a challenge. Don't let COPD be your last challenge, continue to prevail
and look for new horizins.
Dave in SC
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Saturday July 17, 1999
Although this was written last week. I
had to wait for permission to reprint so I am posting it here under this
date as date anyway is meaningless . It is the message itself that expresses
some COPD feelings to a T. Come, step into our shoes, if only for a brief
moment. (LUCKY YOU)
Subject: Re: [COPD] Not a good day!
Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 07:17:39
EDT
From: Sophia Stanski <SoFreeA@AOL.COM>
In a message dated 7/12/99 8:17:12 PM Eastern
Daylight Time, Bren944@aol.com writes:
<< feel like thier on a roller coaster
of emotions Feel optomistic about my health one day and down
in the dunps the next, >>
yes... most definitely....I think I am
going to wakeup anyday now and find the nightmare is gone...
I think alot of it is how we feel and
how well we are breathing....I try (trrrrry) to keep a good attitude...and
find laughing alot helps. The nurse at the doctors office...asked
me how I could
feel soo happy .... Well...what
else are you going to do.... not much alternative...I try to cheer
those up around me..that helps me tooo....and
especially try not to let my family see me so down...which is not easy...
(I have many a lousy day also...tooo many) At first... I would hide
from them.... and withdrew...actually
pushing them away.... to make it easier on them....and me.... sooo I thought..
My son's perception of this was...... " You quit life " That really
got me thinking.... I certainly didn't want him to think his mother
was a quitter.
Laughter can't hide all the tears... or
the anger we might feel...thats something we have to deal with... its a
real part of life......learning how to cope and accept what we can no longer
do.....
without making it everyones problem...now
thats a biggie .....Personally I find complaining loud helps me....isn't
that what they say.."its the squeaky wheel that gets the grease... "
I found one strategy that helps me cope.....it
might sound dumb....When you have a lousy
day.... those around us feel helpless....but
realizing we are only *humans* and learning to
forgive ourselves takes some of the shame
and guilt away from our frustrations with
ourselves. As long as we vent them
in healthy ways....(no frying pans...LOL) others will
soon understand.
.when you are having a lousy day...be
yourself and learn to love yourself as you are now....
(still working on this one).
Bad feelings are not good for your health...so
think happy thougts. And if you can't...don't
worry about it. Follow doctors orders...and
do the best you can. Try not to be so hard on
yourself.
I don't have to put on a happy face everyday...but it sure makes things easier.....and when I can't.....I will type another post to the list members...whom understand where we are coming from.....All the good people here will support us and lift us...stand us back up...throw us back in the ring....and we can go back to fightin' the good fight....in our own little merry way.. :)
I am glad that I can now vent here....
if you all don't mind....squeak...squeak....God bless
.....Sophia in Pa >@<
One plus is that we have each other to
share our lousy days with....what could be finer......
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Monday July 19,1999
How to use nebulizer
and practice pursed lip diaphramic breathing at the same time, to strengthen
diaphram and increase strength and air flow.
It is hard to visualize
a nebulizer that is completely new to the market that is not made like
the ones of old.
Ok? Try to picture this.....The ultra sonic nebulizer is about the
size of a
couple or three
candy bars put together. you would hold it in your hand almost like a pan
flute. with (if
you are right handed) your right fore finger over the on-off switch.
If you
keep your finger
on the on switch continually for over 6 seconds it stays on until you
retouch it.
If on the other hand you have the nose plactic piece on the neb and you
press
on and inhale through
the nose.Then release the finger from the on switch by just raising
the finger from
down to up, the machine stops, you exhale through pursed lips, you
put finger down
on the on switch again, breath in the nose. release the finger from
switch, machine
cuts off you exhale through pursed lips. You keep repeating until
treatment is finished.
I use the pre measured ventoline in the plastic viles. The atrovent
comes the same way.
I mix the two together in the container which is just big enough
for these two viles.
At the rate of stop-go I do them it takes about 20
minutes to do a
treatment. Since the treatment is completely silent. I just watch a sit
com
or news program
while nebbing. Here is a picture of the neb I have been refering
to.
Your friend in Pa......The
Boo Mistress.......Olivija
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Friday July 23,1999 through Friday
July 30, 1999
I woke up this morning about 1:30 with
an urgency akin to mass flooding attacking me.
Went spedily to the batrhroom and maybe
a couple of drops emerged."Oh no," says I
"What is this?" After many futile
trips from the bedroom to the bathroom and it becoming
more painful with each trip. I knew
what it was. It was the dread kidney stones.
I waited until about 6:30 before I woke
Donald and asked hime to drive me to the hospital.
He wanted to know why I didn't call hime
sooner and I really was hoping it would leave on it's
own. (which it did not)
They admitted me to the hospital, immediately
put me on iv of saline, antibiotics and pain meds.
They gave me three different type, before
they found one that didn't make me throw up.
Then they took me to ex-ray. Between
Then and Sunday the 25th in the late afternoon all the
did was keep the iv's going and pain medicate
me. They kept having nurses and aids with perfumes and lotions come
in and the smells of the carpet, cleaning fluids, etc., etc., etc.
They moved me to another room when I kept
having Asthma attacks one after another.
The new room was a little better but not
much. The only difference was I was the only
patient in the room. By Sunday night,
July 25th, I got the doctor to release me with a script for
antibiotics and Tylenol 3 with Codine.
By Monday morning, July 26th I called the Doctor and sat up an appointment
for Tuesday the 27th for what we were going to do about all this pain.
We discussed wheather I wanted to wait
and let it try to work it's way out or go ahead
and remove it. I told him I wanted
it out the sooner the better.
He told me to meet him at the hospital
at noon tomorrow on Wednesday the 28th. When I
got there they started getting me ready
by removing my jewelry and inserting iv's with
antibiotics and pain medications.
Shortly after that they took me into the operating room.
My doctor gave me an epidural, which renders
the bottom half of you paralized and you
don't even know you have a bottom. They
removed a stone that was already out of the kidney and stuck in the tube
between the kidney and the bladder. It had jagged little points on
it.
The stone was of a calcium-oxalate compound.
I have been reading up on what causes this type stone and it is another
study in the unknown "Science of Medicine" For every thing they
say someone else says something else.
Supposely these are all qualified doctors. Just
another chalk-up to show a medical degree
is only "A reasonable educated guess." And,
unfortunately "It is still a crap
shoot at best"
Thursday the 29th and Friday the 30th
of July I spent "stoned," because of the pain from the stones. I
can't believe I have to leave this stent in until the 6th of August.
I can't believe also how much blood I am passing in my urine. It
hurts to take a step. My exercise programe I sat
up for myself is suffering. I hope
it will not take me too long to get back up to speed. I know
how much my exercise program helps me
and i will not quit for anything. I am continueing the arm ones even
in the pain. The only thing the doctor said was he would give me something
stronger than Tylenol 3 if I needed it.
I probably do need something stronger and probably will call him Monday
and let him know I have changed my mind. Maybe I can hold out till Monday.
That's going to be all for this page.
Please follow directions at the bottom of page to go to the continueing
pages of my journey through life.
Thank all of yopu who have kept me in
your prayers. They do help. Thave helped me. They also
bless the person praying them.
See you on the next page.
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A Special Message
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A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old
son,
Eager to relate what his younger brother had
done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the
den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it
again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful
stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone
to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his
room.
He trembled with fear -- he knew that meant
doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she
had saved.
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of
care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with
tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with
a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found
it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround
it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.
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