| Mary Paul: Though I had smoked since I was 15, it never bothered me until I was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis in 1993. Three years later, and after two hospitalizations, the diagnosis was changed to severe COPD/emphysema. I didn't want to believe it, so I just went into denial and continued to smoke until I crashed in Nov '98. Reality began sinking in then, along with fear, anger, and depression. I loved my life and I wanted it back the way it was. As it became more apparent that this disease wasn't going to go away, I began searching for information on how to deal with it. Thankfully, I found the support group in August '99 (through Bill Powell's "papapoo" site). I'd never talked to anyone else with COPD before, and it was so comforting to know I wasn't alone, and to find that life, and more importantly, happiness, isn't over just because of COPD. I'm still lucky enough to be working as a secretary, I live with my wonderful husband of 20 years, Warren, and my little dog, Muppet, and I think I appreciate them even more now than I did before. I love music and enjoy playing and working on the computer, and just relaxing. Adjustments do have to be made, but they're not all bad either. There are so many caring people in this group that take the time to help others going through the same thing, and I'm so glad I have the opportunity to help in a small way. |