My first day to the support group

I went to the hospital for gall bladder surgery January 6th 2010 and on the 8th I was unable to breath.  Taken to the hospital on January 13th I learned I had copd stage 3. I am very afraid, I do not want to die.  I can not leave my family.  I just became a new grandmother for the first time. My whole world is caving in, I need help  

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indynanna
indynanna

I am in stage 3 too. It will be okay, I know how that sounds.I had the very same thoughts and fears in the beginning... Id never been sick a day in my life then pow!!! I had pneumonia and was diagnosed with emphesema. It is very scary at first...I was terrified to be alone, afraid to go to sleep for fear Id stop breathing or die and my 11 year old would be the one to find me. I had severe issues with edema in my legs and feet [still do sometimes], my pulmonary doc nagging me to lose weight...I really do try to watch what and when I eat but im still heavy. Exercise is very important, and your pursed lip breathing. Just know ahead of time, youll have good days, and youll have bad days where you feel exausted. Ive noticed on the good days if I take things slower and dont try to do everything in one day i need done, that i have more good days than bad.
Take your meds as your doc prescribes, [spiriva and advair are excellent] rest, relax, and mix that with maybe a walk in the a.m, maybe some light aerobics [ask doc first]...... spend time w/some good friends, new grandbaby. I know it feels like the end, but try to think of it not as an end, but a beginning of a little different lifestyle, most importantly take care of you. I think our mental and emotional well being affects our condition, you know, the whole, mind,, body, spirit, thing......so, as hard as i know it is to keep your spirits up, it willbecome less scary as time passes..
I know I felt like Id just been handed a death sentence that said die now please........we all understand what your thinking and feeling.
Linda9332
Linda9332

Thank you so much for that. I felt so alone and afraid. I have my husband here with me, he is going to be 78 years old on his birthday 2/13. I am or was the caretaker of the house so it is really hard for me on many levels. I watch this poor man limp around helping me get things, cooking and making sure I am comfortable. My heart breaks. Speaking of heart, I have a pacemaker, defribulator that was put in after cartiac arrest 3 years ago.