In life there’s always that one moment which changes your perspective on everything. Some may not notice at first, however, in my case it was handed to me on a silver platter. It all started when I was in the sixth grade. I must admit it was not a big surprise, but being told that because of something I could not control I would still have to change my life kind of scared me. After many tests and several doctors visits, I soon discovered the weakness in my lungs every time I ran and the reason I had struggled to play basketball in my earlier years. I was diagnosed with Asthma. At first, I admit, I was terrified I assumed that I would be forced to give up all the sports which I loved. Regardless of these feelings building up inside me, I came
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There’s some everyday activities I struggle with just because I was born with Asthma. Asthma is a respiratory condition which causes difficulty while breathing. For someone like me Asthma is a big issue, I live for the passion which comes with every game, the love for my teammates, and the feeling of accomplishment with every win. I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders the day my doctor diagnosed me with Asthma. I just knew everything was about to get a whole lot worse.
If anybody knew the long drawn out nights, the many pitiful looks doctor's gave me, or even the many terrifying test I was put through at such a young age, they would pity me. I'm not looking to be pitied, but this story is something meaningful to me. Let me take you back to the day I was diagnosed with …show more content…
Even I didn't believe the feeling inside me could get much worse from that day, but I was very wrong. That day began with my doctor recommending me for an Asthma and Allergy specialist in Louisville, Kentucky the following day. As the horrible day drug on and on, and with little less than 3 hours of sleep, the next day finally arrived. We packed up fairly early for my appointment which was scheduled for ten that morning. We arrived at the specialist around half an hour early. The appointment began with what felt like a billion pointless questions, once that was over I was soon forced into what felt like the most uncomfortable sheet I had even felt. The doctor then pried my tiny hands off my mothers’ and down the hall I went into a small room with nothing but what looked like a hospital bed and a chair for my specialist to sit in. I sat by myself for nearly 20 minutes in my sheet like dress and waited somewhat patiently for someone to explain to me what was going on. Soon two soft spoken women walked into my room with a huge machine with tubes coming out at every available spot. The test which I was asked to perform was to see how effective my lungs are able to bring oxygen to the rest of my body. The test was called Pulmonary Function Test (PFTs) its when you are asked to blow into a tube and you have to blow a certain strength before they would let you quit. I struggled heavily on this test, I
There’s some everyday activities I struggle with just because I was born with Asthma. Asthma is a respiratory condition which causes difficulty while breathing. For someone like me Asthma is a big issue, I live for the passion which comes with every game, the love for my teammates, and the feeling of accomplishment with every win. I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders the day my doctor diagnosed me with Asthma. I just knew everything was about to get a whole lot worse.
If anybody knew the long drawn out nights, the many pitiful looks doctor's gave me, or even the many terrifying test I was put through at such a young age, they would pity me. I'm not looking to be pitied, but this story is something meaningful to me. Let me take you back to the day I was diagnosed with …show more content…
Even I didn't believe the feeling inside me could get much worse from that day, but I was very wrong. That day began with my doctor recommending me for an Asthma and Allergy specialist in Louisville, Kentucky the following day. As the horrible day drug on and on, and with little less than 3 hours of sleep, the next day finally arrived. We packed up fairly early for my appointment which was scheduled for ten that morning. We arrived at the specialist around half an hour early. The appointment began with what felt like a billion pointless questions, once that was over I was soon forced into what felt like the most uncomfortable sheet I had even felt. The doctor then pried my tiny hands off my mothers’ and down the hall I went into a small room with nothing but what looked like a hospital bed and a chair for my specialist to sit in. I sat by myself for nearly 20 minutes in my sheet like dress and waited somewhat patiently for someone to explain to me what was going on. Soon two soft spoken women walked into my room with a huge machine with tubes coming out at every available spot. The test which I was asked to perform was to see how effective my lungs are able to bring oxygen to the rest of my body. The test was called Pulmonary Function Test (PFTs) its when you are asked to blow into a tube and you have to blow a certain strength before they would let you quit. I struggled heavily on this test, I