I visited my pulmonary doctor this week and he essentially gave me the bad news about being 'end stage,' which is always something that never comes until we realize it's arrived.
Trying to fit a new attitude into my approach to life is an early challenge that I hope will manifest itself soon. I am deciding to radically cut back on some of the activities that I once enjoyed, but that will require more than just saying so. If we garden, we weed.
I have begun discussing this with people who most likely will be my front line of defense moving forward, including the people who will have to pick up the slack for me physically.
At the moment, still not on 02, so that's a plus. But the actual physical changes were abrupt and not clear until it was explained.
I have no point to make here and it's too early to posit any advice either incoming or outgoing. I guess there is a certain sadness involved, but I don't want to go there. So I won't.
My only regret is not knowing anybody who ever climbed Everest.
-- John