I’m 66 years old and was diagnosed Stage 3 in September 2019. I’ve been on oxygen 24/7 ever since. At first I was frightened to do anything and found myself getting fatigued easily. I gained some weight and then COVID hit and I gained even more! Needless to say everything became more difficult. A trip up the stairs required me to sit for a few seconds to catch my breath and I had no stamina. I was not happy with myself!
When I was diagnosed I immediately quit smoking and never looked back. Over the past year and 1/2, I have completely changed the way I was eating (low carbs now, more fruit and veggies) and I’ve lost 70 pounds. I ride a recumbent bike for an hour a day five, usually six days per week. I do all the housework (dragging that dreaded cord around!) and cooking. I want to lose about 30 more pounds but am finding that difficult. I love to eat and refuse to starve myself! 😂
I feel like I have done all the right things and am proud of myself for improving my situation. I started out on 3 ltrs of oxygen and have been able to bring that down to 2 1/4. I have a portable carrier that allows me to go out and I do that regularly.
With all that, I still have bad days where I get frustrated with this disease. We have a small ranch and my husband does all the outside work which really adds up. I’m so grateful for it. He still smoke but not in front of me and not around the house. I don’t nag him because I know that it is different for each person. I wish he would quit but I’ve put that in God’s hands. This morning his hip was bothering him. He tripped over my cord and when I asked him what was wrong he said that he said that unlike me he couldn’t sit on a bike for hours. I took that to mean he thought I was laze or something. It’s times like this that I get frustrated because unless you have this disease you have no idea how taxing it can be. That bike has enabled me to lose weight, reduce my oxygen and given me energy that I wouldn’t otherwise have. That’s motivation enough for me to keep going. But when I get comments like that it makes me feel like he truly doesn’t understand, and I suppose that’s normal but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt and isn’t demotivating.
Sorry for the rant. Just had to share.
Nancy