Keeping my lungs happy isn’t easy


A little thing like a lung infection and cystic fibrosis won’t keep me from doing yoga.

Everyone has a part of their bodies that they pay more attention to than any other part.  For me, it’s my lungs.  Since I was a little kid with asthma my lungs have always let me know when they needed special help.  When I wheezed, coughed or felt congested my lungs were talking to me.  They were saying Mark, you need to get the inhaler.  Mark, you need to take some prednisone. Sometimes I would pay attention to my lungs, other times I would ignore.  When I didn’t listen to my lungs, I would end up in the doctor’s office sick as a dog. 

Over the years problems with my lungs ebbed and flowed.  Sometimes I almost felt like I had normal lungs while other times I felt like my lungs were that of an 80 year old man.  But it wasn’t until I was in my early 20’s did my lungs take a turn for the worse.  I was staying in a small efficiency apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.  I thought the air conditioner was dirty because the apartment had a foul smell to it.  I thought that by cleaning the filter of the air-conditioner that would take care of the smell.  Oh, I was so wrong.  I inhaled some bacteria and mold.  It gave me a bacterial infection called Allergic Pulmonary Aspergillosis.  I found my self coughing up thick, nasty plugs.  It totally sucked. I ended up in the hospital and a bronchoscopy tube down my throat.

So it took me a few years to manage Aspergillosis.   However, the years of chronic lung problems resulted in parts of my lungs to be damaged.  And most recently, I have been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis.  My lung capacity is 50% less than the normal person my age. But don’t feel sorry for me—this diagnosis affords me to get better treatment for my lungs and better and more effective medications.

Keep your fingers crossed, I think my lungs are doing well right now and they are happy.

For Yoga and the lungs, read this HubPage:

About being in the hospital and doing yoga, read:

Meditating in the courtyard of Cottage Hospital with my beloved Ivey


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