Rehab

I have had three visits to the pulmonary rehab facility. It has been an eye opener in many ways. On the first day they realized that I cannot do any exercise (even walking longer than 4 minutes) without oxygen. If I don't have oxygen, my oxygen level drops below 90 which is not good. It explains a lot of why I have struggled, especially the last year. They call what happens to me "DEsat" meaning your oxygen level has desaturated. I am now working on a machine, doing muscle strengthening exercises and breathing exercises but all while wearing oxygen. Depending on how much my lungs improve, they are thinking I may need to have home oxygen for times when I must ex cert myself. Although I had told my lung doctor about this, it is now documented by machines that measure the activities. I am slowly getting in better shape I think. My muscles had not been used because of the breathlessness. I am hoping to push myself enough to get better use of the lungs. They monitor me and stop me when it's necessary. When you lose your oxygen it makes your heart work a lot harder and your blood pressure rises. This is when I have to stop. My mother had been doing pretty good until yesterday. Yesterday she had to go for a mammogram (if you remember her mother died a year and a half ago from breast cancer.) She was so anxiety ridden then on the way home she passed the cemetery where Dad is, it was raining and dismal and she lost it. She became physically sick. We tried to take her out to dinner but she refused. We brought her home a dinner (crab cakes, potatoes, veggies etc.) but she took a few bites and said she didn't feel well. I offered to spend the night but she refused saying she didn't want me to get sick. She was really upset and I felt horrible leaving her there alone but she insisted. A twenty-nine year old young lady from her church gave birth to her first child a week ago. On Thursday they found the new mother was very ill and rushed her into intensive care after they diagnosed an infection. The mother passed away less than twenty-four hours later. My mother has been friends with her mother for many years and just saw them at my father's funeral. It is such a tragedy. This week old baby boy lost his mother and will never even have memories of her. It has hit us all hard. The funeral will probably be next week, we are still waiting for details and not wanting to bother the family with a phone call. My mother called and asked me if I would go out with her to lunch. I guess she is ready for a change of scenery, perhaps briefly. I am excited that she is willing to leave her house. She hasn't done that much. Life goes on when you lose someone you love...it truly does....but it's never the same.