Today turned
out to be a really really good day. But before I tell you why, let me first
give you the backstory.
It all
started with really bad news. I contracted pneumonia in February 2014 while
training for a triathlon that month. Since then my lung function decreased significantly and picked up one respiratory infection after
another.
I eventually
went to a specialist three weeks ago. The accompanying x-ray literally lit up
like a Christmas tree. What it revealed was widened damaged inflamed bronchi,
with prominent mucus cysts. The diagnosis was Bronchiectasis and the prognosis
for it wasn’t good. Essentially it is degenerative and that I would likely be
dead by 60. The most likely cause of death: suffocation by lung fluids; or a
heart attack because it would be battling to transport the limited oxygen.
Typically,
when I receive bad news, I usually give myself half a day to be depressed or
down-cast—usually from the time I receive the news until I go to bed. In this
case, however, there was no feeling of despondency, just relief. I’ve been
battling this for almost two years, and I was happy to know the cause of my
discomfort. This allowed me to do my homework in order to know what I was
dealing with. To cut a long story short my plan of action was to buy a
nebulizer, a focused diet, and lots of exercise.
Now to the
good news. Went for a CT-scan on Tuesday and awaited the response. Well, this
was it: My lungs were perfectly healthy, let alone that there was ever any
signs of Bronchiectasis. I.e. there was no widening, inflammation, or any other
damage shown in the bronchi, and no mucous cysts.
One cannot
ask for a better Christmas gift, the gift of health. I know it’s cliché, but
once you’ve received such a scare, there’s nothing better.
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