Asthma

I am so tired of listening to my little girl cough like an old smoker lady. I am tired of getting up in the middle of the night to sit on the couch and give her a breathing treatment. I am tired of her sad little voice when it wakes me up to tell me she needs medicine. I am tired of having a three year old that knows when she needs medicine. I am tired of having to tell her she can't play with the other kids because she isn't breathing good already. I am tired of her pale face, dark circles under her eyes, and never gaining any weight. I am tired of how the lack of sleep, combined with the discomfort of struggling to breathe leave her in a foul little mood.
I love her so much and as a parent it is so hard to see your child suffering. But then I think about all the other parents in this world that have to sit back and watch their children suffer from even more deadly diseases, like cancer. I think about the parents with diabetic children that have to get up with their kids during the night to stick their finger to make sure they aren't slipping into a diabetic coma, I think about the parents that no longer have a child to take care of, or to wake up for.
Those are the thoughts that keep me thankful that my child only suffers from asthma.