February 18th was just like any other day in my life. Woke up around 9am,got my coffee, went outside to smoke ,look through phone for messages that are never there,because I'm a loser.so I'm sitting drinking my coffee and smoking, when I start feeling a pain in my upper, right shoulder area like a pulled muscle, so I try stretching to get rid of the pain,but the pain only got worse, and worse, and as time past I could hardly talk,nor breath,but being me I still thought it was a pulled muscle. The pain got more severe, and so did the everyday task of talking, and breathing. As the task of not being able to breath,or talk got worse I knew that something else was going on with my body so I told my friend mark something is wrong, and it's not a pulled muscle, and I needed to go to the emergency room, and get checked, so he took me to the emergency room, and I explained what was going on, and a nurse immediately took me back to a room. So as time past,eventually a nurse practitioner came in,did her spew,checked everything out,asked me questions, and eventually told me that they were going to do xrays, and left the room. 15 minutes later they came to take me to xrays, and took the xrays, then back to my room. Now is where everything gets interesting for me,and my life changes. 30 minutes after xrays are taken the nurse practitioner comes back in, and says well I have some good news, and bad news. Right then, and there I knew something bad was wrong with me. She told me it's not a pulled muscle, and not pneumonia, but your right lung collapsed from a form of cancer, and blisters busting on my lung.it was like everything was in slow motion when she told me that. I started crying, and a million things were running through my head all at once. She just sat there saying nothing as I kept crying, and then she told me that they had to do emergency surgery to put a tube into my lung to reinflate my lung,and take pressure off my lung,chest, and heart,but being me I told her no way are y'all doing that, and I asked her what would happen if they didn't do the surgery, and I went home, and she told me I'd be back in 2 hours, or possibly die. At that point I'm still crying, knowing that I have to have this emergency surgery done to save my life,so I told her to give me a few minutes to think about it, and to get ahold of friends, and family members. Stupid me decided to tell my soon to be exwife. I was amazed she even responded to me, but she did, and she was actually concerned, and told me that she loved me, and still cared about me as a person. The reason behind me contacting her was for my kids sake, and because I was all alone that day in the emergency room when I found out about my lung, and I needed someone to be there in anyway shape, or form. So the nurse practitioner came back into the room after a few minutes, and I signed the paperwork for them to do the surgery. After a few minutes the main dr,along with around 6 other drs,nurses come into the room, and the dr explains to me exactly what their going to do in the surgery, and I start crying again, and I for some reason start telling the dr about what's all been happening to me in the past 14 months of pure hell,getting a divorce, my dog passing away a week earlier before this happening, me living place to place, my kid's barely speaking to me, not seeing them since September, losing my truck, etc,etc, and all of a sudden he tells me that everything is going to be ok,and they prep me for surgery, numb the area,administer pain medication ,put up a divider so I can't see what the drs are doing, and tell me I'll feel pressure when they start cutting to put the tube in,and when they put the tube in between my ribs into my lung,and that I'll hear a pop when the tube enters my lung. The whole process only took 20 minutes, and then it was done. The whole time their operating my nurse held my hand knowing I was alone there that day,and scared. I was admitted to the hospital that day, and a week later another operation, a main operation to remove the disease part of my lung was done. 4 day's after my main operation I was released from the hospital,with the tube still in my lung for the next three weeks until my oconolgist took the tube out. Since then I've since went back to work, but ended up with a infection in the same lung that collapsed, which leads me to today, and my appointment with the pulmonary cancer center to have a procedure done to decide if the infection as went away,gotten worse,or is the same, and what to do from here! So yes the past  16 months has been hell for me. My emotional state,my health issues, my inner being are almost strained, but I still hold on!