This week the IV of antitrypsin went well. It was Bob and I. It was pretty quiet and it took about an hour and a half to get everything set up and drip the medicine into me. Drip, drip, drip.
Feeling better. Breathing better. I guess the antitrypsin is working. I still can't get too carried away. But losing my breath is one way to know that it's time to stop, since that's all I am capable of doing. Stop, breathe. Okay, move again, just not so fast this time.
This breathing better is helping me to feel happier.
Dee, I continue to be amazed on how easy you and Bob make the process out to be when I know it is anything but easy. Sorry for not commenting earlier, but I don't get an auto notification when you post. But I will catch up and make myself to check at least once a week. Your and Bob's strenght help me a lot. Take care -- Bill
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