cdestroyer
Member
In the navy when you handle the lines and reach the end it is called the 'bitter end'. My acute copd has reached a new level, one which no longer permits me freedom of movement without oxygen. Breathing has become very difficult accompained by a meriad of other problems, from dizziness, to fatigue.. Living alone does not help. In times of great stress there is noone to provide comfort, noone to ease the tension, noone to wipe my brow with a cool soothing cloth.
As a young man sailing the seas I never imagined the end. I never planned more than the days work. Never married nor had any children and old enough that most of the family are gone and any that remain no longer call.
The struggle to breath has become tiresome even with the medications. Time, a four letter word.
As a young man sailing the seas I never imagined the end. I never planned more than the days work. Never married nor had any children and old enough that most of the family are gone and any that remain no longer call.
The struggle to breath has become tiresome even with the medications. Time, a four letter word.