My dad died in 1984, at the age of 57. He didn't live to see any of his
grandchildren. He died of COPD, or what had been known before then as
emphysema. He had smoked since his teen years. My grandparents smoked
as well. Both had emphysema, though lived much longer--my grandfather to
84, my grandmother, 79.
Perhaps my father's allergies, asthma, and childhood bouts of pneumonia predisposed his lungs to weakness. Perhaps his workaholic nature wore him down as he put in crazy-long hours in the early days of computers: coffee and cigarettes and nothing but a candy bar from the machine for dinner. These were computers that took up whole rooms, punch card machines...He moved to IBM, selling computer systems to newspapers and magazines in the early 70's, then to developing IBM products for newspapers and magazines...working on the early printers...coffee and cigarettes, long hours, long commute from Stamford to White Plains. Frequent travel. Trips to Japan, England, France...
He barely made it to my college graduation and later that same year was unable to climb the steps into the chapel where I was married. He sat in the car while I was taking my vows. He lived from medication dose to medication dose, from hospitalization to hospitalization, until he died.
I asked my father's doctor once whether, if I were prone to this same illness, there were any careers choices I should avoid. I was a teenager. He smiled wryly. It's hard to be a doctor of the irrevocably gasping, dying. It's hard to be questioned by an unknowing, radiantly healthy teenager...
"Don't be a toll taker on the highway, " he said.
***
On Saturday, April 20th, CA is sponsoring Breathe Deep Columbia--a Lungevity Foundation 5 K Walk and Lung Awareness event. While this foundation raises money to stop Lung Cancer, and not COPD, the words "Breathe Deep" really spoke to me.
Now, April 20th is also CA Village Election Day. I'm going to be rather busy.
So, instead of walking, I'm making a donation to Jane Dembner's Best Team Ever! sponsoring Barbara Kellner. I'm giving in memory of my grandparents, Byron Edward and Hazel Cornell Jackson, and especially my dad, Byron Cornell Jackson, who thought he couldn't be productive and support a family without his coffee and cigarettes.
For all that he missed, and for all that I missed, I am giving.
Maybe you have a reason to walk, or to give? Remember, if you can breathe deeply, be grateful.
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Perhaps my father's allergies, asthma, and childhood bouts of pneumonia predisposed his lungs to weakness. Perhaps his workaholic nature wore him down as he put in crazy-long hours in the early days of computers: coffee and cigarettes and nothing but a candy bar from the machine for dinner. These were computers that took up whole rooms, punch card machines...He moved to IBM, selling computer systems to newspapers and magazines in the early 70's, then to developing IBM products for newspapers and magazines...working on the early printers...coffee and cigarettes, long hours, long commute from Stamford to White Plains. Frequent travel. Trips to Japan, England, France...
He barely made it to my college graduation and later that same year was unable to climb the steps into the chapel where I was married. He sat in the car while I was taking my vows. He lived from medication dose to medication dose, from hospitalization to hospitalization, until he died.
I asked my father's doctor once whether, if I were prone to this same illness, there were any careers choices I should avoid. I was a teenager. He smiled wryly. It's hard to be a doctor of the irrevocably gasping, dying. It's hard to be questioned by an unknowing, radiantly healthy teenager...
"Don't be a toll taker on the highway, " he said.
***
On Saturday, April 20th, CA is sponsoring Breathe Deep Columbia--a Lungevity Foundation 5 K Walk and Lung Awareness event. While this foundation raises money to stop Lung Cancer, and not COPD, the words "Breathe Deep" really spoke to me.
Now, April 20th is also CA Village Election Day. I'm going to be rather busy.
So, instead of walking, I'm making a donation to Jane Dembner's Best Team Ever! sponsoring Barbara Kellner. I'm giving in memory of my grandparents, Byron Edward and Hazel Cornell Jackson, and especially my dad, Byron Cornell Jackson, who thought he couldn't be productive and support a family without his coffee and cigarettes.
For all that he missed, and for all that I missed, I am giving.
Maybe you have a reason to walk, or to give? Remember, if you can breathe deeply, be grateful.
hocoblogs@@@
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