After escaping a horrific childhood, I used to think naively perhaps that I could heal and it never affect my life expectancy. I already knew the malnutrition/hunger had stunted my growth so I am very short in stature.
I was recently diagnosed with osteoporosis despite doing weight bearing exercise my entire life and managing to feed myself from around age 12 by working cash in hand. That was linked to childhood neglect and malnutrition starting in the womb. But at least I can get treatments for it- alendronic acid.
I have had and beat skin cancer and breast cancer. Skin cancer was likely due to my parents refusing to use sun cream on us as kids as they believed it caused cancer and we spent every summer in the Med getting brown as Walnuts.
But in my 1yr post breast cancer surgery check up I again complained of my worsening rib pains and arm numbness and was referred for a CT scan.
Result- Moderate centrilobular emphysema
I never smoked and never hung out in smoke filled clubs because it always triggered my asthma. I have my whole life been very health conscious.
The cause of my emphysema? Yet more neglect in my childhood. I was not diagnosed with or treated for my asthma until I was 14 and the school intervened. Up until then, I was getting bronchitis 3-4 times a year, and pneumonia at least once a year. My parents refused to let me stay even one night in hospital. I’d be sent home with antibiotics and steroids that after 2-3days my parents would stop giving me and lock them away saying I didn’t need them even though these were 10day courses at a minimum. This meant my lungs were permanently scarred and I never had full lung capacity.
I had no idea this put me at high risk of developing emphysema at a younger age than a heavy smoker! (I am 51)
Just when I think I’ve seen all the consequences of an unspeakable childhood manifest, something new and nasty pops up. It’s like even from beyond the grave my parents are still trying to kill me. It’s brought up all kinds of awful feelings and memories.
I am waiting on a referral to a pulmonologist. However everything online suggested as treatment to slow the progression, I already do and have done due to my asthma. And yet I’m at moderate, stage II. I read that I have a 1 in 3 chance of dying in the next 4 years. That’s worse odds than I had for my breast cancer. I really don’t want to die and once again life feels so very unfair.
I don’t know why I am trauma dumping here. I guess because so few people understand.