Better

My latest brush with asthma and, unfortunately, mortality this time around was quite sobering, to say the least. I spent my spring break struggling with asthma, as I wrote in my last entry. Unfortunately, despite my doctor's best efforts, every major attack is worse; this last bout was the most protracted I've had in my life so far. I can no longer tolerate cigarette smoke, artificial fragrances, and most types of incense, and large amounts of paper fiber and feathers. I now have a prescription for prednisone that I need to keep on hand at all times.
I am following a gluten and dairy-free diet religiously. The latter seems to be helping.

It is sobering and yet--who in the world isn't going to deal with their mortality at some point? Mine has been in my face since I was diagnosed with lupus in 1993.
I think the point is to continue to live unafraid in the face of anything.