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Feb. 8th, 2011 06:27 pmBreathing is a natural subconscious process. You don't really notice when you do it, but it's an essential part of life. When a lung disease like chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) sets in, breathing is no longer a subconscious process; it's hard, it's painful, and can be a fight for every breath.
My Great Aunt has fought for nearly every breath for years. She pushed through many illnesses and diseases, including TB and emphysema, and stubbornly trod on with life. Even when she couldn't move very quickly on her own, she still roared around at parties and events, writing and running skits, spending time with her beloved family and friends, kicking our butts in cards, and zipping around on her scooter (and you'd better get out of her way because she stopped for no one).
Early Sunday morning, she finally decided she'd had about enough of the drugs and the pain and the fight for every breath, and took the decision of what to do if this round of antibiotics didn't work out of her kids hands. My wonderfully stubborn Great Aunt decided to join her brothers and a sister, parents, nephews, and my Dad in the Great Unknown, and I'm sure where ever she is, she's playing cards and laughing and probably pulling the wool over someones eyes.
I love you Aunty. Where ever you wind up, give'er hell, and send my love to Dad. xoxoxo
p.s. When I say "give'er hell", I didn't mean us. Could you please stop messing with the coffee maker? Seriously, it stopped working Sunday morning, and we're all getting sick of Timmies. STOP DEPRIVING US OF CAFFEINE OMG.
My Great Aunt has fought for nearly every breath for years. She pushed through many illnesses and diseases, including TB and emphysema, and stubbornly trod on with life. Even when she couldn't move very quickly on her own, she still roared around at parties and events, writing and running skits, spending time with her beloved family and friends, kicking our butts in cards, and zipping around on her scooter (and you'd better get out of her way because she stopped for no one).
Early Sunday morning, she finally decided she'd had about enough of the drugs and the pain and the fight for every breath, and took the decision of what to do if this round of antibiotics didn't work out of her kids hands. My wonderfully stubborn Great Aunt decided to join her brothers and a sister, parents, nephews, and my Dad in the Great Unknown, and I'm sure where ever she is, she's playing cards and laughing and probably pulling the wool over someones eyes.
I love you Aunty. Where ever you wind up, give'er hell, and send my love to Dad. xoxoxo
p.s. When I say "give'er hell", I didn't mean us. Could you please stop messing with the coffee maker? Seriously, it stopped working Sunday morning, and we're all getting sick of Timmies. STOP DEPRIVING US OF CAFFEINE OMG.
