Taking a Deep Breath

All my life I have struggled with breathing. I spent many days in an oxygen tent as an infant and as an adolescent. My teen years were some of the worst. I can remember long nights in my dad's lazy boy chair struggling to inhale and wishing I was dead. One of the toughest things at that time is that there were so many doctors that thought that asthma was a psychosomatic illness. The acceptance of asthma as a real illness is just one of the positive steps in its treatment. There are more drugs. There are more therapies.
Now I still struggle at times with it. No - I don't want anyone to start telling all the things that have worked for them and I hope that this does not elicit an onslaught of commercial e-mails. I just wanted to say I really enjoy life when I can breathe and it is not so good when I can't. Right now I can't.
Missy
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