Shadowcat and LK got me thinking about how life changes after an asthma diagnosis. Maybe it's not all at once at first. But for me it happened after that first really bad exacerbation, you know, the time you totally get that you can't take your lungs and your life for granted anymore?
I used to run in college, and I never thought a thing about running by myself. I was never very fast, but I had stamina and liked to pit myself against myself, you know? But my asthma got real to me when my doc advised me, very casually, "Of course, you know, don't do strenuous exercise by yourself."
At the time, I was really struggling just to draw a good breath in, and exercise was the last thing on my mind. But it's one of those things that sneaks up on you.
Asthma is a grieving process, and I've had to learn to grieve the things I've let go of. But the things I am grabbing onto — my family, my friends, my LIFE — are really worth the sacrifice.
What things have changed in your life? How have your expectations changed? What good things are you grabbing onto as you're letting go of other things?