My Fred isn't feeling well again. His breathing was so bad late last night that I called 911 and our city EMT's took him to the hospital for treatment. I couldn't risk driving him myself as he was nearly in a panic attack on top of the asthma. I know first hand how quickly things can go from really bad to horribly worse and couldn't risk that by taking him to the ER on my own. The fact he didn't protest my calling them proved how ill he was.

Last night I saw something in his eyes and face that I've never seen in him in all the years we've been together .... fear. Honest-to-goodness fear ... fear that he was dying and there was nothing he or I could do to stop it. I hope I never see that in him again.

There's not much worse than not being able to breathe. I've experienced that too many times to count in my own life. It's like drowning to me. Fred said later last night it was as if someone had their hand over his mouth & nose and wouldn't let go. Whatever an asthmatic's explanation is, it's not good. None of it.

He's resting and for that I am thankful. We were home by 4 this morning but it was difficult getting to sleep. I kept touching him to make sure he was breathing.

If we didn't have the Lord to call on, what would we do? That's all I could do last night as I tried to calm my husband. Call on the One who could help and He did. Thank you Father.