I have COPD. I left Los Angeles because of the air 40 years ago. Both my parents were heavy smokers. I had whooping cough at age 4 in addition to five bouts with chronic bronchitis and pneumonia.
Then I started smoking and continued to smoke along with my husband until 2002. I tried several times and several methods to stop smoking: tacks in the ears, aversion therapy, hypnotherapy and cold turkey. I stopped when I had a heart attack. It scared me. I stopped right then.
After I stopped, the COPD became apparent. I was sick and kept getting worse. I ballooned to 310 pounds in one year and learned I had a brain tumor and a huge thyroid tumor. It has been a long haul, but I have now lost 110 pounds and feel better than I have in a long, long time.
I still have COPD and must have oxygen to sleep. I fight every day. On some days it's like breathing through a tiny straw. Clean air would be a blessing.
