The Journey to Discovering My Human Superpowers

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I just finished watching the episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” in which Capt. Jean-Luc Picard was taken by the Borg. In one scene, the Borg turned him into a machine, or in Trekkie terms, a “cyborg.”

This made me think of my “extra appendages,” my oxygen tanks. I am on oxygen 24/7, and because my tanks are with me all the time, I decided to humanize two of them. My home concentrator is named Betty, after Betty White, and my Inogen One G5 is named Cooper. I also have portable oxygen tanks available in case of an emergency (such as our electricity going out), but my true companions are Betty and Cooper.

Home concentrator

My home concentrator, also known as “Betty.” (Photo by Ann Reynoso)

Watching “Star Trek: TNG,” I begin to feel as I imagine Capt. Picard did. In the scene, you can see a small tear run down from the right corner of his eye. I interpret this as him drawing on the last of his recollections from when he was fully human.

When I learned of my illness, lymphocytic interstitial pneumonia, and was told I would need to use oxygen, I felt as if my normal human existence was over.

I thought, “This is it. I won’t be able to completely breathe on my own. I will need help from a machine to keep my lungs filled with enough oxygen to keep me alive.”

I, too, felt a tear at the corner of my eye. My world would now be that of a “Modern Day Mutant.”

Inogen One 5G

“Cooper,” my Inogen One G5. (Photo by Ann Reynoso)

For the first several months, I felt embarrassed to go out. I was afraid people would see me with my oxygen and think, “She doesn’t need oxygen, she just needs to lose weight.”

You see, I am a little on the heavy side. My weight has always been a struggle for me. However, I am learning to accept myself. (That is another story.) My family and support group have assured me that I have nothing to be embarrassed about. While I still struggle with this awkwardness, I cannot let it hold me back from living my life.

I continually return to my motto (you know, the one from my previous columns): “Stay strong and never hide your illness.”

Oxygen tanks for around the house

“The Twins.” (Photo by Ann Reynoso)

After several weeks of hauling my extra appendages around, I started to feel less like a cyborg and more like a superhero. I started to like the thought of being a modern-day mutant. I began to think of Betty and Cooper as my sidekicks. The oxygen from the machines gives my lungs power. I had a superpower that many others like me have. When I breathe, my lungs work like a machine. I started to believe that I can beat this poison in my lungs.

I thought, “I HAVE A SUPERPOWER! I can imagine that my lungs are indestructible. I am going to knock out this disease and be the strong woman I was before!”

But that’s not how it works. This is my journey, my struggle, my life. There’s no pretending here. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I still believe in superpowers. It’s just that now, my superpower is being human. A strong human, but human nonetheless.

Small oxygen tank refill for home use

My refill machine, “Rupert.” (Photo by Ann Reynoso)

My human superpower is courage. It takes courage to accept my rare disease. Courage is also the ability to stay positive when my lungs don’t want to cooperate, and it gives me strength when I feel too tired to go about my day.

I have a superpower, but not the kind you read about in comic books or see in movies. It’s the kind that makes me want to be the hero of my own story, the leader of my journey, and the winner of this battle.

Living with a rare disease feels like a daily battle, whether you have pulmonary fibrosis, cystic fibrosis, pulmonary hypertension … the list goes on. But I write my own superhero story. I decide how my human superpowers give me strength. I write my own ending, and for now, my story will continue.

This is not my end.

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Gail Guillot avatar

Gail Guillot

Ann, keep on, keepin' on.

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Ann Reynoso avatar

Ann Reynoso

Thank you Gail for your support, and many thanks for reading my column.

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Cheryl R avatar

Cheryl R

Keep up the good work Ann! You got this!! My husband’s mantra has become “I am living with pulmonary fibrosis…not dying from it.” When he started thinking that way it changed his whole outlook. He now uses oxygen at 10 lpm continuous, but despite that he does as much as he can to stay active, including going to the golf driving range on occasion to hit a bucket of balls. He hits them slowly, has to stop and rest, but he gets out there and he does it,

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