Life Before Zephyr® Valves:
In the early days after my COPD diagnosis, my symptoms were manageable, but as it progressed it was hard to keep up with my job as a house cleaner. I had to give that up by age 64. I was still able to take care of things at home, do small projects, and babysit for my grandchild a couple days a week.
I tried lots of different medications and they gave me some relief. I was on a low dose of oxygen for 2–3 years, just to help with exercise. It was around age 67–68 when I started having serious issues. One day I went to put fresh sheets on the bed and I simply couldn’t do it. I know the correct way to move and how to get rid of the CO2 but still, I just couldn’t do it. Eventually, I had to be sitting down just to chop celery. If my grandkids had the slightest symptom, my sons knew not to bring them over. They didn’t want to risk me catching anything. My husband Steve was a great help and my sister-in-law lives with us, so between the two of them, they were taking care of me and everything else.
I was hospitalized five times, twice by ambulance. Each time was a 2–5 day stay. In November 2020, I had a major flareup. I’ll never forget it. I tried to walk and almost passed out. It was very scary. This was a turning point. I needed oxygen 24/7 and had to use a walker to get around. Even with the walker and O2, I would need to stop and catch my breath. I began sleeping most of the day. I used to love doing yardwork, planting flowers, and digging in the dirt. I loved making things. My passion was knitting and crocheting, but as my disease worsened and I became homebound, I lost interest in all my hobbies.
It felt like there was nothing more they could do for me. Treatments only worked temporarily. The bottom line is emphysema is a terminal disease. One of my home nurses suggested I look into hospice. I resigned myself to the fact that “it is what it is” and that left me feeling very sad and depressed. I decided I would sign up for hospice and they were going to send out one of the nurses the following week for me to sign paperwork.
A couple days later my doctor, Dr. Madhu Kannapiran, called at what seemed ‘out of the blue’. One of the nurses in his office, Julie Dahl, APRN CNP, asked him if he told me about the Zephyr Valves. He said if I wanted to explore this further, he would contact Dr. Eric Stoy, who does the valve procedure at North Memorial Hospital. My thought was “I’ve got nothing to lose, and I am more than willing to try.” So, he said to “cancel hospice and let’s figure this out.” Dr. Stoy called me and we talked about the procedure, risks, etc., and we decided to go for it. They were fast about it because they knew I didn’t have much time. Within a month I was scheduled to have my valves.