Another snowy day of parenthood

Worry. This is a relatively new one to me. Perhaps it comes with age even if one doesn't have children, but my son's presence in my life has brought me to such states of terror and fear for his health and well being that I never could have imagined! This week he is sick (again) with bronchialitis, only this time we fear he may get pneumonia because he is wheezing like a freight train -- you can hear him coming from the other side of the house! Oh, my heart aches and I pray please, God, please let him be okay. Even though it may be nothing, my mind goes rambling into the neck of the woods that has a sign reading "the worst possible place", and horrible scary things live there. PLease God, Please spare my son. I'll do anything. I know it sounds dramatic, but his wheezing really sounds dramatic! Come over and listen! To the doctor again tomorrow. Biting my fingernails the whole way.