So on Friday my adopted daughter called the ambulance at my request because I had gone down to the local deli for breakfast. By the time I got back upstairs I could barely breathe and damn near collapsed. This had been going on for about a week, shortness of breath and coughing up some mucous. Turns out I had contracted pneumonia. Treated in the ER at Chester County and after examining by the doc I was admitted. Had a bronchoscopy done yesterday and the doctor found a growth on my right lung as well as fluid around my heart. My hearts in good shape but the pneumonia hid a surprise. A mass on my lung that in all probability is cancer. Yup...big C had my name on it. Funny thing was it didn't scare me. The end results won't be in for a couple of days yet. I'll know then the severity of it and what course of action to take.
Right now I'm on a host of meds that include amoxicillin-clavulanate, azithromycin, albuterol sulfate, prednisone and guaifenesin. Damned if I know what all that means. I do know however that a complete 360 as far as life style is in order. More exercise, which I wasn't getting much of, lazy sucker that I are. Eating a whole better than I have been and in general turning things around. One thing the doctors say I do have in my favor and that's presence of mind. I refuse to stress over it as that would be counterproductive. Now I'm gonna go pig out. I'm hungry.