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Make tax-deductible checks payable to: Help Hope Live, with "In honor of Cash Burnaman" in the memo section

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

The dish ran away with the spoon

Asthma is really sort of terrible. Of course we all know that there are medications available and it is a manageable condition, but it is still scary. Cash was a little tight last night - it wasn't too bad, but it was stressful nonetheless. He has always been prone to pneumonia and now he gets these asthma-type events, so I've spent way too many nights trying to decide if he needs medicine and if so how much. I'm better now at recognizing when he's even a little off (last night he just sounded a little tight, not wheezy or anything), but listening to someone struggle to breathe is one of the hardest things I know. In my opinion, it's even worse than seeing someone in pain, because breathing is so fundamental. We have a lot of tools to combat Cash's asthma - not only an albuterol inhaler, but also oral steroids on hand and an oxygen machine that lives at our house - so we can hit it hard when necessary. Last night only required a few puffs of his inhaler, but still I worried and listened to him breathe all night. We're both a little tired today.

In good news, Cash is mastering silverware. He's fine at putting an already loaded fork or spoon into his mouth, but now he's working on spearing food too. I give all credit on this to Gramma, AD, and school - as we all know, at 39, I still don't like to use silverware.

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