Good Day!
Here's my entry for #MedicineForHope.
My second child has had asthma since he was just one year old. When he was born, there were no signs that he would have asthma. In 2021, we found out one afternoon after he woke up from his nap. He suddenly started crying uncontrollably and then struggled to breathe. His fingernails and lips turned purple. I was terrified because I had no idea that my child had asthma.
At that time, we were also afraid to take him to the hospital because we thought he might be suspected of having COVID-19, and we were worried that our whole family would be quarantined. Thankfully, my husband's sibling had a nebulizer, and we immediately gave him a nebulizer treatment. By God's grace, he started to feel better. However, that was the beginning of his asthma journey. Our doctor told us that asthma can be hereditary. My son inherited it from my husband's side of the family.
Living with asthma has been very difficult for us. As he grew older, his asthma attacks became more frequent, and he was often admitted to the hospital. What made it even more heartbreaking was that last year he was diagnosed with Nephritic-Nephrotic Syndrome, a kidney disease that causes protein and blood to leak into his urine. It is painful to think that someone so young has to endure these serious illnesses.
Last year, we traveled back and forth between two hospitals in Manila to prepare for his kidney biopsy—PCMC and NKTI. The biopsy was supposed to determine his final kidney diagnosis. Unfortunately, the procedure was repeatedly postponed because he kept having asthma attacks. The doctors said his condition had to be stable before the biopsy could be performed. It was heartbreaking to see all the time, effort, and money we spent on completing his requirements go to waste. Still, we had to follow the doctor's advice because we knew it was for his own good. Until now, we have not been able to reschedule his kidney biopsy because his health remains unstable, and we are also struggling financially.
Last Sunday night, we had to rush him to the hospital again because of another severe asthma attack. His oxygen level dropped once more. He was confined to the hospital for five days and was only discharged yesterday. Right now, he is recovering at home, and I sincerely pray that he will continue to get better.
As I write this, I can't help but cry because all the memories of what my child and I have gone through keep coming back. It breaks my heart to see him cry every time he receives an injection, to wake up before dawn so we can line up for free medical checkups, to watch him take five different kinds of medicine every day, and to see him miss school because of his condition.
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