Stages and Ages of COPD
We are all curious about the stages and ages of our progressive disease. We tend to carry a torch about it, bragging from the hilltops about what we can still do.
Despite our stage of COPD, my doctor feels it is better never to discuss what stage I am at. That does nothing to satisfy my curiosity or cure my anxiety with COPD.
Not knowing always leaves things up to my discretion.
Being diagnosed with a lower number gives some of us the green light to think COPD isn't too bad, thinking we can continue to smoke and forgo exercise. Because I thought I was a stage 4 already, I remember being pretty brash about how easy things would be and how I would be able to handle living with COPD.
If I had known that I was only at stage 3, I would have better understood how to proceed.
I thought my COPD was at stage 4 already, which meant that I assumed it was as bad as it could get, but a lung function test proved that was not the case.
I was only at stage 3. My COPD could and would get worse than I could ever have imagined. I couldn't imagine what I didn't understand.
I thought I had all the answers and could call the shots with my lungs. Following the doctor's orders were for other people, not for me.
I had no time to give to my COPD, and I was too busy to worry about it. Pushing my luck too far for too long helped me to find out who was boss and what that meant.
It wasn't a lot of fun. I was learning the hard way, as I always had in the past.
COPD stage progression
I am not too sure why doctors refuse to tell us our numbers. I am sure there is some reason set out by someone who does not have COPD.
Changing with the times, when I know there is information about me that I have no access to, it gets my dander up. With Google as a ready and available option, it is time, and we are ready to learn our numbers and understand what they mean.
I spent an entire doctor's visit trying to convince my doctor to give me a number or clue about my COPD stage. We could not agree on the topic.
He refused to say it, and I knew that he knew what my numbers were, so I became frustrated. It was a total waste of my time and his. After that conversation, I began to think it didn't matter.
It is better to put your time into exercise and self-care and stop worrying about numbers you may never know.
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