May 10, 2007 11:13
Work, spending time with my boyfriend, and occasionally hanging out with family or friends is about all that I've been up to lately.
This week has been worse than normal for my boyfriend and I hate watching him struggle to breathe. No one, especially a non-smoker, should have to fight to breathe at 23 years old or be told that he has the early stages of emphazema (or however you spell it). I know that life is unfair, but it seems unjust that one of the most caring, generous, and kind people that I know is facing such a serious and major health problem. As if fighting to breathe isn't bad enough, seeing how much pain he is in breaks my heart. He keeps telling me that just my company and willingness to get him a glass of water means more than I can know, but these little things don't seem like much at all to me. I keep praying that he will get better and hope he can see a specialist soon. His doctor does not know what else to do for him. Every hard or bad day that he has healthwise makes me value and appreciate all the good days. I would appreciate your prayers.