Something, probably an upper respiratory infection, caused me to have a couple of weeks or more of real breathing issues. It is discouraging at best and depressing at its worst. Essentially you begin to feel like it's your last hurrah. The book is almost finished. You face death and see whether you will blink.
Then, inch by inch, you start to feel better. Your breathing is nearly normal. You can't rejoice exactly, because the fibrosis is still there. You can, however, be extremely grateful that you can breathe - almost normally. You can start to believe that you have a few more hurrahs left in you.
Episodes happen again, but they are are not bad yet. (Who started using the term "episode" for medical problems?) Heck, I went to the coast for the weekend and walked around like I was - well, to be honest, like I was about 66 years old. A sort of mini-episode happened today, but I can handle mini anything.
May all your episodes be good ones.
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