Life After Cancer: When Lungs Suck At Being Lungs

You know that feeling that occurs when you just sprinted for 200 yards?  Imagine feeling like that after going up a flight of stairs, or doing simple everyday chores such as laundry or dusting.  That is my world.  Some days are better than others and I am able to easily bound up the stairs to my apartment with ease.  However, most days I feel like I have fifty-pound weights on my ankles and a book bag on my back filled with bricks that leaves me winded before evening reaching the top of the stairs. 

Now imagine trying to actually work out when just the simplest daily activities feel like a workout all on their own. 

I feel my persistence in exercising in some form has allowed me to be where I am today.  Living with a progressive disease involving my heart and lungs that has not progressed much more than when I was initially diagnosed is amazing and rather confounding.  As to why my disease has not progressed a great deal is unknown.  The doctors like to believe it is because of the medication.  I like to believe it is because I actually like working out and try not to let the difficulty in breathing stop me from being active.  I enjoy going on walks, even though my stride may be shorter than typical, and I prefer to use the stairs when possible instead of the elevator, mostly because elevators freak me out but it is also great exercise.  Another contributing factor is that I really love Zumba, although I have a really hard time doing all the moves and mostly make up my own and making it through an entire workout without having to stop and catch my breath is tricky.  Yet, none of that stops me from making a fool out of myself every now and then.  That type of activity just has to be saved for those “good days”.

Another favorite activity for me is Yoga.  The nice thing about Yoga is that you get a work out in while learning and working on controlling your breathing.  This is one of the main reasons why Yoga has become my favorite activity.  It is generally something that I can do each day.  Lately though I have been rather lax about my routine.  Mostly because I am just getting over an infection regarding my lungs, which has just made everything seem even more difficult than previously.  After every illness it always takes several weeks to get back to feeling anywhere close to how I was before and each time I get frustrated from starting over and strengthening my lung capacity once again.  I tend to find myself working out less and being unmotivated to change the time spent moving around because after a certain point it is just tiring to even breathe and always feeling like you are out of breath really is not fun.  Now I am currently trying to get back in the habit of exercising each night as I did in the past but I am not finding that motivation needed to start up just yet.

I wish I could say that I just brush off the feelings of frustration for having to start from square one again and face the troubles head on, but admittedly I cannot.  However, it is something that I am learning to live with such faults both physically and mentally.  After all, there really is no other way of dealing with these issues since they are a part of my life and I can either let it bring me down or try to work around and deal with each instance as it comes.  I had a professor in undergraduate school that always told me to look at how far I had came from where I was several years earlier after relapsing.  I try to think of that when I am frustrated by all the set back and sometimes it help while other times it does not.  Sometimes you just have to let that frustration work its way out of your system anyways instead of trying to suppress those feelings.  It is healthier too, right?

What do you do when your lungs suck at being lungs and allow you to breath as needed and supply oxygen to your vital organs?  What ever you can to keep them and yourself going.