I know why the American Lung Association chose its motto: “When You Can’t Breathe Nothing Else Matters.” Nothing could possibly be more true.
Struggling to breathe is indescribably miserable. I can’t possibly imagine a more restrictive symptom with which to deal, on a long-term basis.
Mind you, these words have been written by a woman with relapsing-remitting MS. I have experienced blindness, numbness, impaired coordination, vertigo, intense itching, heat sensitivity, incontinence, and paralysis throughout the course of living with MS.
Nevertheless, none of these symptoms comes close to the distress of struggling just to take your next breath. I truly feel like I am breathing through an increasingly clogged straw. I simply can’t wait until I can receive some relief from my shortness of breath.
In all honesty, I am merely existing, but not truly living, today. Nevertheless, my faith sustains me. It’s very comforting for me to know that so many people are praying for me.