Also today, my night time oxygen arrived in the form of an oxygen concentrator, which is kind of amusing, since I have two concentrators in my studio and they are my oxygen source for making beads. I wonder every day if making beads is what started all of this. I always wore a respirator when using enamels, but many of the glasses I use have metals (silver, gold, copper and lead) I have a ventilation fan that goes to the outside air, but the thought crosses my mind, is the thing that I love killing my lungs? No one knows for sure what causes Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. So is my fear unfounded or real?
Some days I think I should just stop, I'm nothing special as a beadmaker, Then I see a beautiful bead and that impulse to go to my torch and see what I can create takes over. It's like a siren song. Right now I'm knitting, crocheting, drawing, and planning a small quilt hanging, but my glass studio still calls my name, over and over again.
What if 10 years down the road, when I am 80, ( and can no longer hold a steady mandrel) I find out that beadmaking is the cause of my disease, but I continued to make beads. Actually if that is true, then I probably wouldn't make it to 80. BUT what if I stop now and find out the glass didn't cause it?
I wonder......are there any other beadmakers out there with this disease?