I was in bad shape.
A few weeks back, I started having trouble breathing. Just allergies, I told myself. But as the days went on I started coughing, and I couldn’t stop. I was up all night coughing, and the next day was even worse. And the next day.
“Mommy just has a really bad cold.” My son Finn is 4 years old. Suzy is 2. The only ailment they understand is the common cold.
“I think I’m getting better,” I assured them. But I wasn’t getting better. On the fourth day of non-stop coughing I got the diagnosis.