In COPD and Depression – Part I: Who, Me? we met Jerry at a routine doctor’s office visit…
“I’m fighting for every breath here, doc. I can’t do anything I used to. I was a strong guy, a firefighter for goodness sake. Now I can barely carry my garden hose. I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, I don’t feel like doing anything anymore.” Jerry sat across from Dr. Rogers, leaned over, his elbows on his knees, looked down and sighed. “I don’t know, doc. Maybe it’s just all in...
