Stop this cycle, I want to get off

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By Carolyn Ten Broeck, Editor

More than a dozen years ago, I performed in the community theatre's production of "Dearly Departed", a campy tale of a Southern dysfunctional family attending the wake and funeral of patriarch Bud Turpin.

There are many classic lines from the show, but the one that has kept playing in my head for the last month is delinquent Royce saying to his financially ruined uncle, "You know, Junior, life's a circle."

I think most of us agree. We've seen it or we've lived it, especially the part when roles are reversed and the parents who bore us, reared us and cared for us become those who are cared for rather than being the caregiver.

Other things in life cycle too. We're told that our taste buds change every seven years or so. Think about it. Are there foods you eat now that you once wouldn't? Or vice versa?

Even the news cycles. A few years back I was looking at some old issues of the Williston newspapers from the 1980s and the very topic that was discussed at my city council meeting was also discussed 30 years ago. I really could have just changed the councilors' names and re-ran the story and no one would have been wiser.

And while some cycles are inevitable, there are others that just need to come to an abrupt halt.

Like the one I'm on now.

Since reaching adulthood, I've always been fairly healthy. Seldom sick, very few colds, the flu only once – in 1988.

I had a pretty good immune system and some decent genetics in my favor.

When my office mates would all be felled with summer colds, winter chills and pneumonia, I'd be the last one standing and wouldn't get sick.

That changed at the end of the year.

I developed sinusitis that segued into a sore throat from the drainage that led to a nasty, nasty cough, as it all slid to my lungs.

There were days when it looked like I massacred someone in my office thanks to the bloody tissues stockpiled there from blowing my nose.

Now it's the hacking up of a half a lung that sends terror through west Williston.

Why? I asked myself. Goodness knows I'm not a germophobe but I wash my hands often. OFTEN! I'm careful to not touch public doors, handles, carts etc. and if I do, I whip out the hand sanitizer.

I was rewarded with an answer Monday when my Facebook "On This Day" popped up. There it was: Jan. 8, 2011: "She who hasn't had a cold in 12 years now apparently has one," I posted then. No coincidence. It was seven years ago and evidently I'm in the middle of this bizarre cycle where my nose is full, my lungs are wheezy and I feel like death warmed over.

Breathing is critical to life. When your nose is stopped up, you resort to pre-historic mouth breathing, like my husband does daily.

When you're hacking up a lung, like I am today, not only is it painful for you, it's annoying to those around you.

This cycle needs to stop. Now. But if it doesn't, I'll be prepared. Siri is going to warn me Dec. 12, 2025 to start the Vitamin C and wear a mask.

I just hope Siri is on a never-ending cycle.