The American Lung Association’s (ALA) Asthma Walk & Stair Climb is about to happen. On June 12th at 1:00pm hundreds of people will team up to help raise money for research and development so the ALA can continue to fight for a cure for Asthma and other related respiratory disease, and I need your help and support.Why is this so important to me?
Here’s a short answer to the question. Fifth grade was big year for me. We moved twice. We left the only home I had know in Holbrook in October to move to a beach house in Hummarock for a few months while my parent built their dream house. Finally, in February we moved into the new house in Hanson. Fifth grade was also the year that I, in the middle of this turmoil, was diagnosed with Asthma.
Now, I am sure the signs and symptoms had been there for many years but one afternoon during recess it finally hit. My airways constricted and cut off my oxygen. I only vaguely remember what happened…I may have even just lay down in the middle of the field but I remember people yelling and calling for help. Then being in the nurse’s office waiting for my grandmother to come pick me up. I don’t remember going to the doctor or getting a diagnosis that first time and all the other trips really seem to blend together but I know it changed me. I grew up, because it was really life or death, and none of my family or friends really understood what “asthma” meant until I was living with it and still trying to be a 10-year-old girl.
I remember trips to the hospital and waiting rooms, and passing out one time in the doctor’s office, because inhaling so they could listen to my lungs was just too much for my body to take. Years of prescription steroids (and the bloating that goes along with that), and different inhalers, and Christmas in Children’s Hospital. I knew the drill, I knew my health insurance ID number off the top of my head, I could recite the list of questions the ER would ask at check in and which blood tests and pulmonary function tests would come next.
The hardest thing was not what I couldn’t do or was too scared to do but that people just didn’t understand Asthma. Anyone who had ever gotten out of breath because they ran to hard or danced to long used to tell me they had asthma and ask “What was the big deal? Lots of people have asthma.” You just can’t understand the terror of not being able to walk to the bathroom because you can’t take a breath. And it was hard for me to understand how laughing was so easy for the people in the “studio audience” on T.V.
Asthma isn’t a “Sexy” disease. You don’t see big stars hosting lavish dinners to raise money on E!. The ALA can’t spend millions of dollars in TV commercials just to get people to the walk in this event. They have me and the other 23 million people who have difficulty breathing because of Asthma.
Everyday in America:
40,000 people miss work or school due to asthma
30,000 people have an asthma attack
5,000 people visit the emergency room due to asthma
1,000 people are admitted to the hospital due to asthma
11 people die from asthma.
There are many resources available to people living with asthma and their loved ones only because of the ALA and their fundraising efforts through events like the Asthma Walk & Conquer McCoy.
My family and I are thankful for these resources and the research and development everyday. I still take medication everyday to control my asthma and have learned to listen to my body so I can sense an attack coming. With your help the ALA can continue their work and maybe save another 10-year-old girl and her family from the pain of this disease.
I invite you to join our team (Almar’s Asthma Avengers) and walk with us on June 12th, or support us financially if you cannot walk.
Now, I am sure the signs and symptoms had been there for many years but one afternoon during recess it finally hit. My airways constricted and cut off my oxygen. I only vaguely remember what happened…I may have even just lay down in the middle of the field but I remember people yelling and calling for help. Then being in the nurse’s office waiting for my grandmother to come pick me up. I don’t remember going to the doctor or getting a diagnosis that first time and all the other trips really seem to blend together but I know it changed me. I grew up, because it was really life or death, and none of my family or friends really understood what “asthma” meant until I was living with it and still trying to be a 10-year-old girl.
I remember trips to the hospital and waiting rooms, and passing out one time in the doctor’s office, because inhaling so they could listen to my lungs was just too much for my body to take. Years of prescription steroids (and the bloating that goes along with that), and different inhalers, and Christmas in Children’s Hospital. I knew the drill, I knew my health insurance ID number off the top of my head, I could recite the list of questions the ER would ask at check in and which blood tests and pulmonary function tests would come next.
The hardest thing was not what I couldn’t do or was too scared to do but that people just didn’t understand Asthma. Anyone who had ever gotten out of breath because they ran to hard or danced to long used to tell me they had asthma and ask “What was the big deal? Lots of people have asthma.” You just can’t understand the terror of not being able to walk to the bathroom because you can’t take a breath. And it was hard for me to understand how laughing was so easy for the people in the “studio audience” on T.V.
Asthma isn’t a “Sexy” disease. You don’t see big stars hosting lavish dinners to raise money on E!. The ALA can’t spend millions of dollars in TV commercials just to get people to the walk in this event. They have me and the other 23 million people who have difficulty breathing because of Asthma.
Everyday in America:
40,000 people miss work or school due to asthma
30,000 people have an asthma attack
5,000 people visit the emergency room due to asthma
1,000 people are admitted to the hospital due to asthma
11 people die from asthma.
There are many resources available to people living with asthma and their loved ones only because of the ALA and their fundraising efforts through events like the Asthma Walk & Conquer McCoy.
My family and I are thankful for these resources and the research and development everyday. I still take medication everyday to control my asthma and have learned to listen to my body so I can sense an attack coming. With your help the ALA can continue their work and maybe save another 10-year-old girl and her family from the pain of this disease.
I invite you to join our team (Almar’s Asthma Avengers) and walk with us on June 12th, or support us financially if you cannot walk.
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