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I have lived now for nineteen years past my medically predicted expiration date. Every year or so I feel compelled to get on my soap box – this site, though the topic is off-theme – about lung disease, its increasing prevalence, and its debilitating effects.



At the time in our history when we started to see nature as something apart from us, when we gave up our shamanic instincts and in our hubris separated them from our growing science, when we devolved from stewardship and one-with to ownership and power-over, we set ourselves up for a world of multifaceted pain and disruption. One result in modern times is environmentally induced disease caused by xenobiotic substances that result in cancers, autoimmune disorders and interstitial lung diseases (ILDs).

My concern here – as a powerful and noteworthy example of the impact of industrial pollutants and of wars and other violence to the earth and its inhabitants – is interstitial lung disease. I have hypersensitivity pneumonitis, an ILD that can be caused by smoking. I am a lifelong non-smoker. Everyone – EVERYONE – is at risk of ILD, smokers or not, and so are other animals. We know that in the United States and England, the numbers suffering from ILD are growing. No matter where  in the world we live and what we do for work, we all need to recognize and acknowledge this as part of the complicated package of environmental injustices.

Our lungs are the only organs that are exposed and immediately vulnerable to industrial pollutants and inhaled chemicals, dust and other particulate matter in the air. One study tells us, “Lung cancer is the number one cause of cancer-related deaths in humans worldwide. Environmental factors play an important role in the epidemiology of these cancers.”

Consider the two hundred ILDs: These are diseases that affect the tissue and space around the air sacs (alveoli) of the lungs resulting in scaring (fibrosis). We – and other animals – can’t breath through scar tissue, which is not permeable. Hence the exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen is inhibited. The result is a slow, horrifying and painful death by suffocation. This is mitigated for people like me who have access to healthcare, supplemental oxygen and medications like prednisone and mycophenolate mofetil. People living in poverty, in war-torn areas or working at risky occupations in third-world countries, get no such relief and no palliative care is available to them in the final stages. This is unimaginably cruel.

While the most common interstitial lung diseases are considered idiopathic, they can result from exposure to certain chemicals– including medications – and from secondhand smoke and occupational exposure to agents such as asbestos, silica and coal dust. They may also evolve from an autoimmune reaction (hypersensitivity pneumonitis) to agents in the environment, some of which might be naturally occurring and benign for many people.

Forbes Magazine cites lung disease as one of the continuing legacies of 9/11, the result of “toxic collections of airplane fuel, asbestos, fiberglass, metal, plastic, garbage, waste materials, fecal material, human remains and who knows what else.” In reading this description, one can’t help but think also of the people of Syria and other regions of war and conflict. It is not uncommon for soldiers returning from war to report newly developed respiratory disorders.

Industry, war and conflict, greed and denial, all combine to put the very ground we live on at risk, the air we breath, and the precious functioning of our lungs … We rightly worry about and advocate for issues of deforestation, pollution, hunger, dislocation, destruction of property and other issues of environmental injustice. Not the least of our motivations, concerns and advocacy must be for the sake of our lungs. It’s a fight for the very breath that enlivens us.

Note: The photograph is of my portable oxygen tank. I put it in a backpack and that allows me to walk for about a mile or to be away from home for short periods of time, a little grocery shopping, a library visit, doctor appointments. This need for supplemental oxygen makes it impossible for me to participate in poetry and writing communities other than online.  So, thanks to all of you for being a part of my creative community.  

© 2016, words and illustration, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; originally published in The BeZine.

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10 Comments

  1. An informative post Jamie as always when you speak of lung disease. As you know, my own daughter who has Lupus, was diagnosed last year with sarcoidosis. Lupus precludes her to many auto immune diseases but she believes that living within the confines of city toxins has not helped. She is the daughter who, along with her husband, recently purchased her first home which is far away from city life. She is now able to go outdoors more and feels better in many ways, even though there are still days that find her in bed. I will be moving there next year and look forward to being able to feel better as well. I do hope you are doing well.

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  2. Dear Jamie,
    Thank you for sharing your story. I’ve long wondered about your situation and am deeply grateful for your life and what you do online. You have created an important community. You are making a difference, never doubt that! I share Poet By Day and the BeZine and now I’ll do that more actively. Because the themes and goals are so important. I’m inspired by you and your team.
    In gratitude,
    Lisa

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    1. Thank you, dear Lisa. I’m so pleased with your involvement and I know you are dealing with your own challenges. We keep fighting the good fight on behalf of those who will follow and those who aren’t fortunate enough to have a voice. You are valued.

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