Thoughts on Living With Asthma
Me and My Son
For me, my mom would take me to the dr. as a kid, and the dr. would say, "I don't want to give her an inhaler because she might get addicted to it." Let's face it, understanding asthma has come a long way since the 60's. Suffice it to say, I got really used to wheezing - all the time.
By the mid 70's, the medical field had figured out that wheezing wasn't so good for you and I was finally introduced to an inhaler. What a concept! Use an inhaler and breathe - albeit, not for long. By the 80's, I had figured out that I needed more help. Theophylline was the answer. It had it's sides effects though. It didn't always last as long as I needed and sometimes it would make me really shaky.
In the 90's, there was a tragedy in my family that caused me to re-evaluate my own health. After years of ignoring my allergists advice to use an inhaled steroid, I finally gave in. I figured that the small dose of medication into my breathing apparatus, was much better than the every other month systemic doses of prednisone, abuse of the ventolin inhaler and breathing treatments.
Needless to say, it changed my life! I use the advair in the morning and when I go to bed, along with singulair at night. It wasn't until I was 40, that I knew what it meant to breathe clearly.
I can run, do aerobics, laugh, and conduct without having to carry my ventolin inhaler with me. What a shame that I didn't change my treatment earlier.