Now here’s the weird part, I’ve been feeling pretty good. And on the Cruise, I walked and walked and walked. Nothing seemed to bother me. When I got home, I found out I had lost a lot of weight while on vacation, which is odd in itself. But I still felt really good.
My son, Thomas has been so worried about me and the Corona virus. He just knew I would get it and that would be that. (Such an upbeat person, eh?)
I went and had the test done today and then an hour later had to see the doctor. He needed time to go over it and see what was what. So we went for a drive and came back an hour later. I met the doctor and he asked me who had diagnosed me with COPD. I had my first little bit of hope at the way he asked it. (Like I didn’t have it.) I told him my primary care doc did and he suggested I look into it because I don’t have COPD at all. Then he smiled at me and said, “Happy Birthday, Patricia. This is a good gift, isn’t it?” I hugged him and said I couldn’t believe it. He said the lung xray looked like one of a person that smoked for 20 years, nothing else. Then he said my Breathing test was like from a person that was having a terrible time with her Asthma. But no COPD. And he’s right. Happy Birthday, to me. LOL He asked me to get some more weight off of me and then start walking more, swimming more and see if I can’t get some weight off soon. Every pound will make me feel better he said. I’m so happy to have this over with. People that think they have COPD are living like it might be their last years. And I was really worried about it. So, I’m thrilled and praising the Lord for looking out for me. I have a wonderful life.
Hugs to everyone and take care of yourselves.