Parents Who Care

 The Gift of Caring Parents

This past week I went to the doctor for my annual checkup. I’d gained a couple extra pounds. That didn’t surprise me. Mike and I have had a crazy schedule for a while. Eating fast food and taking our meals at varying hours doesn’t bode well for me. It’s just the way I’m made, 

But when the doctor listened to my lungs, she frowned. 

“I had asthma as a child,” I told her. 

“You have asthma now,” she said. “You are very asthmatic.” She sent me for further testing and prescribed an inhaler. 

Not the news I wanted to hear.

My parents heard that same statement many years ago. Nothing helped then. Nothing. The doctor recommended we move to Arizona until I “outgrew” my asthma. It was a huge sacrifice for them. We moved to Tucson. I was four years old.

I have always held great admiration and gratefulness for my parents embarking on such a journey because of my health. Dad left a good job without knowing what he would do when he reached Arizona. He and Mom knew nobody there. Nobody. 

But they made that sacrifice. They carved out a life in the West. In all likelihood, we would still be there except my grandfather had a heart attack when I was almost through first grade. I was breathing great by then so, we headed back to Ohio and moved into a house on Grandma and Grandpa’s farm. Dad helped Grandpa with the dairy farm for a couple of years before we moved to our own farm.

So here I am now, decades later, living in Florida, and once again dealing with asthma. 

I’m an adult so I should be able to manage on my own. The rare flare ups in the past I’ve addressed with a hot cup of coffee. This is not a flare up. It has become chronic.

I’m set on following the doctor’s orders. I picked up the inhaler from the pharmacy. I’ve made Mike aware of the symptoms and possible triggers. My mom lives close by. She’s dealt with this before. 

I’m pretty sure a move to Arizona is not in our future. 

However, this experience has made me appreciate even more what my parents did on my behalf those many years ago. 

Look around. There are parents like mine out there who would give up anything and everything for their children, but they are few and far between. 

Jobs, careers, fancy houses, and club memberships are sometimes more important than the people living under their own roof. 

It isn’t true in all cases, but I’ve witnessed it as a teacher, a neighbor, and a friend. I am forever grateful to my mom and dad for that deep demonstration of love for me.

I once said to my mom, “That took a lot of faith and guts to move across the country to a place where you didn’t know anybody and didn’t have a job or anything.”

Her response?  “Not really. We loved you.”

By the way…An internet search reveals the jury is still out on the notion a person can actually outgrow asthma, but my recent shortness of breath suggests that would be a “no.”