Walk, my father died in 1966, long before I got the chance to find out what a smart guy he was, and before I became a human being. I will always hold that against him (LOL).
He had a condition that used to be called emphysema, which is what they now call COPD. At the time, there was little they could do for it. As I remember, the hot and humid summer weather really agravated his condition. At age 66 he had a massive stroke and died, mostly as a result of the COPD. My wife and I inherited the care of my mother, who needed to be looked after since she could not manage her own affairs, but I digress. We never griped about taking care of Mom. After all, she took care of me for my first 18 years, right?
I often wished that my father had not smoked cigarettes for many years. He also was a violinist, and the doctors thought that inhaling the rosin from his bow contributed to his COPD.
Sorry to digress so. Your post about having COPD dredged up some strong memories. My hope is for you to find something that eases your coughing and makes the COPD more bearable. In the words of Spock, "live long and prosper," my friend.
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