Before this month ends, I should mention that this February marked four years since the last time my lung collapsed. Also, it’s been four years since I last smoked a cigarette. I’m quite proud of this, especially since I find myself still wanting one at least once a week. I still feel short of breath a lot, and still have odd pains that make me fear my lung will collapse again, but, like my cravings for a cigarette, I think those are things I’ll probably have to live with for a long time yet. Regardless, I feel healthier now than I ever have in my life, which is why I’m bothering to type this post. Yay me.