After an embarrassingly long absence that I will attribute to technical difficulties – as in my lungs were not working so well – I have turned a corner. These days, I can breathe.
Almost Every. Single. Day. That is huge.
Until about two years ago, breathing was that automatic but quite necessary function that I assumed would cooperate when I needed. Which is pretty much all the time. When breathing became less reliable, I began a round of doctor visits that took me through most medical specialties in a quest to solve a mystery.