I have had upper respiratory problems for the last several years. Though they have made no direct correlation to the radiation I had while being treated for breast cancer twice, I personally believe there is some kind of connection. There is some scarring showing in the upper left lung, the pulmonologist says, possibly due to radiation. I'm also prone to asthma now. I strongly refuse to give in to fear thinking and I tend to minimize any illness I have since I've been divorced--22 years now. I've grown a little hardened to my own aches and pains, I think, perhaps as a form of denial, but more out of stubborness. Remember "Strong Woman Number" from "I'm Getting My Act Together and Taking it on the Road?" (I loved that musical and see it whenever it plays little theater.)
When I start to come down with a cold, it usually turns into a nasty cough and then bronchitis. Because it was the long weekend, I didn't attempt to get any anti-biotics like I am supposed to. This morning I dragged myself to the doc as a walk-in--and I'll be damned! After a chest x-ray, he diagnosed me with streptococcal pneumonia--light case--both lower lungs cloudy. I'm on an antibiotic, albuterol to clear the bronchial tubes--and the dreaded cough syrup with codeine which I'll bypass unless I get desperate.
But, instead of pushing myself because I think I'm being a baby, I've retreated mainly to bed with more books and I have a pile of DVDs. I want my momma--except she's been dead since 1967. That longing to have mom come to take care of us never leaves--no matter how old we get.
Keep me in your prayers, please.