Diagnosis number 2 and "A" words

The Batsman was diagnosed with asthma today. Excellent not so much.
He's generally a well little boy but the recent coughing in the middle of the night and when he runs around a lot alerted me that something was up. The doctor was fabulous, the pharmacist was amazing at showing me the medication and what to do - they are both regular bit part players in our lives and we have come to rely on their caring, professional expertise and gentle way of being with our Batsman.

And the boy? He is fine. Happy and snoozing peacefully on this therapy free afternoon.

But me? Well....I'm having a bit of a flashback I think. It's a flashback to diagnosis number 1. It's not the same shock and trauma that the autism diagnosis imposed. But it's there again, the worry, the visits to websites to sign up and get information sent to us, another label, another concern to get my head around. I went to the Asthma Foundation website just now (which is fabulous by the way) and I thought "here I am again" - scanning the website menus for what I need, reading key definitions and symptoms, learning about research and education programs, dust mites in bedding. You get the picture.

It's the same and it's not.
It's not the same and it is.

It hurts to be confronting another issue for our Batsman's development and wellbeing.
Whichever "A" word you use.