A Globe and Mail reader shares a personal story of a sleep apnea diagnosis and subsequent therapy.

I learned the news from a slight doctor with a South African accent as I sat in a small room with a photo of doorways of Maine hanging on the wall. As the doctor showed me the colourful charts that exposed my nervous system’s see-saw journey through the night, I tried to decide how I felt about spending the rest of my life sleeping with the aid of an apparatus that makes me look like an extra from Star Wars.