In 1997, my mom was diagnosed with COPD.  At the time we didn’t have any idea what this would mean for our family or for her way of life.  All we knew was that she was short of breath, and now we had something to call it. Mom had asthma from childhood, and she smoked for about 20 years.  She grew up in a time that trucks would pass through the neighborhood spraying pesticides while children played in the “cloud” that trailed behind.  It was a time that smoking was the cool thing to do.  There were no known side effects then, and it seemed like everyone smoked.  Who knows the real reason that mom has this disease?  I’m not sure that it fully matters at this point.  It just simply is… COPD is a slow moving disease, and for that we are grateful.  If there is one thing that we have learned through all of this, it would be to seize every good day.  Enjoy it to the fullest, and trust God to take care of the rest.