So there's one curious thing that has occurred. As I mentioned earlier what started this whole ball of wax into motion was that I had developed a cough. In the beginning during the summer it was just a cough that would mysteriously appear and disappear. It wasn't until the Fall that it became an all day and all night nightmare of a cough. It would just come in violent fits. I would literally cough until I gagged. John and I would joke that I was dying of consumption. That I sounded like the orphans from The Simpsons. It was almost comical.
Again as I mentioned my ENT experimented with several medications for acid reflux and asthma. Nothing worked. I would cough and cough and cough. It was really bizarre. And then of course I headed to the pulmonary specialist and the rest is history.
So what's strange? Since the moment I was told I have lung cancer, my cough has mostly gone away. Not since chemo. Since the words "lung cancer" were uttered. John and I figure my cough is about 75% better and I don't wake up coughing at all. I mean at all.
I haven't had one coughing fit since the diagnosis. Now I still cough when I get to the top of the stairs (I'm fat and my lungs are filled with tumors, it's to be expected) and my lungs REALLY don't like the vapor of the shower. And I occasionally will just let a random cough out here or there. But the coughing fits are gone. It's like they never happened.
For the record I am on all the same medicines I've always been on so there's no chemical difference in my body.
How can this be explained? The only thing I can think of is my brain knows it's cancer so what's the point of coughing? I can't cough out the cancer. Otherwise, I really don't know what it could be. But how odd right?
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