Today.

Today is “Teagan is asthma free day”

And I want to shout it from the roof tops.

And dance.

And cry tears of joy.

And celebrate.

We kicked asthma’s ass.

All the way to the curb.

We sent something life threatening out of our house, away from our child.

He can breath.

All the time.  Not just sometimes.

He’s stronger.

His future is brighter.

His parents worry less.

No more panic.

No more coughing fits in the middle of the night.

No more steamy showers to open his airways.

No more avoiding triggers.

And we no longer deal with breathing treatments.

Or co-pays.

Or the ER, urgent care, countless doctor visits.

We will soon run errands without a rescue inhaler.

We will unplug the nebulizer and remove it from our living room.

And just now, I trashed the crap we’ve had to fill him with for over a year.

And that felt freaking awesome.

No more turning gray.

No more struggling to breath.

No more puffers.

No more preventative.

No more steriods.

No more damage to his body from asthma.

We healed him.

And that is huge.