I’ve recently been diagnosed with mild asthma. After my oldest daughter was diagnosed with it, I began to do some research and learn more about it, and suddenly I found myself saying, “Wait a minute. I have those symptoms too.” It seems we are often more attentive to the health of our children than we are with our own well being. I drag my girls to the doctor for every little cough and fever, yet I put off going myself as if it’s just not that important, or as if there is some sort of victory in not admitting I am sick.
Now that I know I have asthma, I am much more aware of it. In this sweltering 95 degree heat and humidity, the air seems thick and sticky and feels as if it takes a significant amount of extra effort to inhale and exhale. I have begun taking some medication, and I am seeing an allergist in a couple of weeks to try to get to the heart of what my allergies and triggers might be.
My daughter’s asthma and allergies seem to be under control at the moment, and I am optimistic that she may yet outgrow it. I don’t think, at my age, I can hold out the same hope for myself. I think the key will be learning the triggers and getting into a good routine where I can manage it well. Any advice?