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I'm going to say something nobody with COPD wants to hear and I don't give a f*ck if it upsets you. Your inhaler is NOT going to fix you. Not your Trelegy. Not your Breztri. Not your Symbicort. And definitely not whatever new $300 inhaler your pulmonologist decides to try next. NONE OF IT IS GOING TO WORK. I know because I was doing it all. Started on Symbicort. When that stopped working my doctor switched me to Breo. When that didn't help he added Spiriva on top of it. Then he moved me to Trelegy. Every time my breathing got worse his answer was another inhaler and I took every single one like a good little patient. And my lungs were still getting worse. Fast. Two years ago my FEV1 was 58%. My pulmonologist said "not bad, we can work with this." I figured if I just kept listening to him and taking what he prescribed I could hold it there. A year later it was 46%. I could feel it in real time. Things I could do six months ago just weren't possible anymore. Going up the stairs used to be nothing. Now I'd get to the top and have to sit there for five minutes before I could move again. Taking a shower went from something I never thought about to something I had to mentally prepare for. One morning I'm putting my pants on and I'm so out of breath from bending over I have to sit on the bed halfway through. This thing was taking everything from me piece by piece. And the stuff my doctor kept prescribing wasn't stopping it. So I'm sitting in my pulmonologist's waiting room about four months ago. Just defeated. Waiting for another appointment where he's going to look at my numbers, frown, and write me another prescription. There's this guy sitting across from me. Maybe mid 60s. Chatty. One of those people who just starts talking to you. We get into it. How long you had it, what are you on, all that. He's had it eight years. We're comparing inhalers, complaining about the prices. Then he goes "yeah but I'm actually doing pretty good now. My FEV1 went up like thirteen points in six months." I just looked at him. "What do you mean it went up?" "I mean it went up. I was at 38% and my last test came back at 51%. Even my doctor couldn't believe it." "How? What did you do?" "My herbalist put me onto something about eight months ago. Honestly I thought she was full of it but here I am." I asked him what it was and he said I should really just call her because she'll explain it better than he ever could. He grabbed his appointment card and wrote her name and number on the back. I put it in my purse. Then I went in for my appointment. My FEV1 had dropped again. Down to 41%. My pulmonologist pulled up my chart, looked at the screen, and said "Well, we're going to keep you on the Trelegy. We're just trying to preserve what lung function you have left." Preserve what I have LEFT. This man has no plan to make me better. He never did. His whole strategy from day one has been to slow down how fast I get worse. I went home, dug through my purse, found that appointment card, and called the number. She picked up after a few rings. I could hear a dog barking in the background and she laughed and said sorry about that. Her name was Linda. I told her some guy in my pulmonologist's waiting room gave me her number and said his FEV1 went up thirteen points. She asked what I was on and I told her. Trelegy, rescue inhaler. She asked how long and whether my numbers were still dropping. I said every single time. "Do you know what's actually in your Trelegy?" I didn't really. I just took it every morning because my doctor told me to. "It's steroids. And steroids help you breathe a little easier in the moment but that's all they do. They wear off and you need them again the next day. But the part nobody tells you is over time they actually weaken your lung tissue. Has your voice gone hoarse since you started?" Yeah. It has. "That's the steroids. Your lungs get more dependent on the inhaler but the tissue underneath is getting weaker. That's why your numbers keep dropping even though you're taking it every day. It's not healing anything. It's just propping you up." She said that's exactly what was happening with the guy I met. "So what did you do?" "I got him on something that actually works with the lungs instead of against them." "Like what?" "Have you ever tried mullein?" I told her I already tried mullein. The tea. The drops. The capsules. Spent probably $200 on different brands. None of it did anything. She kind of chuckled. "Yeah I hear that a lot. Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "When you swallow a mullein capsule, where does it go?" "My stomach I guess." "Right. And your stomach destroys about 93% of it before it gets anywhere near your lungs. Think about it. If you had a cut on your hand you wouldn't put a bandaid on your leg and hope for the best." "No." "So why are you eating something and hoping it fixes your lungs? There's a reason your Trelegy isn't a pill. It's inhaled because that's the only way it gets there. Mullein is the same." I asked her how I'm supposed to inhale mullein. That's when she told me about Revair. A mullein inhaler. Because you're breathing it directly into your lungs instead of swallowing it, it's nine times stronger than any capsule or tea you could buy. "That's what you put the guy from the waiting room on?" "Eight months ago. Yes." I ordered it that night. First week, nothing happened. Second week, still nothing. I was starting to feel like an idiot I thought i got scammed 🤦‍♀️. Then week three hit. I woke up one morning and started coughing. Not my normal cough. This was deeper. Stuff was coming up that was thicker and darker than usual. I called Linda that evening. I said "I don't know what's going on but I've been coughing up stuff all day." "That's the purge." "The what?" "All that stuff has been sitting in your airways for years. The mullein is finally loosening it up. It's gotta come out." "How long does this last?" "About a week. Maybe a little more. Then it clears." She was right. About a week later it slowed down and then just stopped. And the first morning I woke up and took a breath that actually went all the way in, I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd been breathing through a straw for so long I forgot what a full breath felt like. By week six I wasn't using my rescue inhaler nearly as much. Some days I didn't need it at all. But I didn't trust it. Every COPD patient has been let down before. You have a good week and think you're improving and then it all falls apart. So I waited. Didn't tell anyone. Just kept using it. Eight weeks after starting Revair I'm sitting in that same pulmonologist's office. Same chair. Same nurse. Same doctor walks in. He pulls up my numbers. Then he stops. Looks at the screen. Looks at me. Looks at the screen again. "Your FEV1 is up." "How much?" "You're at 56%. You were 41% three months ago." He just stared at me. "What did you change?" I told him about the mullein. He nodded, wrote something down, and said "whatever you're doing, keep doing it." That was four months ago. My last FEV1 was 62%. I still have COPD. That's not going anywhere. But for the first time in years my lungs are moving in the right direction instead of the wrong one. I'm not sitting in that office watching my numbers get lower every three months anymore. They're going up. And I can feel it when I breathe. I went up the stairs yesterday without stopping. I don't even remember the last time I did that. Look. I get it. You're reading this thinking it's a scam. I know because that's exactly what I would've thought. Every COPD patient has seen a million ads promising cures. We've all wasted money. We're all tired of it. I'm not telling you Revair is going to cure your COPD. It's not. Nothing will. If someone tells you that, run. But your inhaler is managing your symptoms. It is not fixing your lungs. And every three months when you sit in that office and your numbers are lower than last time, your doctor is not surprised. That's the plan. Manage and decline. The only thing I changed was giving mullein to my lungs directly instead of eating it and hoping for the best. That's it. The brand is called Revair. I'll link it below. You deserve a better plan than manage and decline.