According to my late mother, I first had an asthma attack when I was an 8-month old baby. I stopped having it in high school. But every once in a while, during sudden changes of temperature and when I am simply stressed, it comes.
It used to bother me a lot when I was a kid. In fact, it bothered me too much that I once decided to stop going to school at the age of 7. There were just too many sick days when the doctor would advise me to stay home or well, at the hospital. I was too embarrassed with so many absences. It was also hard coping with the lessons I was missing.
But thank God, I survived all those doctor visits, hospital stays and countless other medications. I used to think as a child that I will not have a normal life when I grow up. Questions keep nagging me. What happens if I would always be sick while in university? Or while I was working already? Or by the time I was dating the man of my daydreams? And yet, life turned out pretty well for me. Yes, there were difficult times but I have managed and the asthma attacks have come far between.
I must add here that as I’ve journeyed this life as a Christian believer, I have received much prayer for complete healing from asthma. But I also learned that I am as responsible in also taking care of myself , not to subject myself to situations as much as possible that would trigger an attack. Life is not yet perfect in this side of the world but I know that it is entirely different in the other side.
So what happens now when an asthma attack suddenly sneaks up on me on a cold night? I pray and I take medication. And I continue living life the best that I can 🙂