My Life With Asthma
By Harold Beck
Harold Beck, now 78 year's old, has had more asthma treatments than most -- from asthma cigarettes to a device to change the shape of his jaw. Here, he tells his story.
I was told that I developed asthma after an attack of measles when I was three years old. One of my earliest memories is of waking up on a number of occasions in the middle of the night, shoulders up, struggling for breath, then sitting on the landing stairs where there was a much higher ceiling and seemingly fresher air. Often mum or dad would call out for me to come into their bed, which was warm and snug. This was quite a perk, but I hope for my parents' sake it did not happen too often.
The standard treatment at that time was Potters Asthma Cure, a powder that was pouredon to a saucer to form a cone, which was then lit at
the top. The pungent smoke from this spitting
Vesuvius had to be inhaled deeply. Its beneficial
effects were short lived - the inhalation provided
some relief but was certainly not a cure. Later I
switched to the upmarket Potters Asthma
Cigarettes, which were more convenient to use and
less intrusive on other members of the family.
Harold Beck |
I would guess my mother started on the trek
around London hospitals and clinics in search of a
cure as soon as my asthma was diagnosed, but I
remember only the later episodes. At one time it
was thought that inhaling sea air instead of the
polluted and sometimes thick and acrid air of
London would do the trick. When I was about five years old I spent four months in a convalescenthome at Ventnor on the Isle of Wight. Similarly,
family holidays were taken at places like
Hunstanton, on the Norfolk coast, which was
reputed to be "good for asthma".
I underwent allergy tests to determine
sensitivity to various substances. A nil result was
obtained. Likewise with visits to an osteopath, who
twisted my neck on the theory that this would
alleviate my asthma. Presumably there was another
theory that I needed both external and internal
lubrication, for he also prescribed that I should wear
a band of cotton wool soaked in castor oil around
my neck, and imbibe a nightly cocktail of castor oil
and port. It was not the best induction to the joys of
drinking in general and port wine in particular. I was
also taken to see a psychologist who, after giving
me several tests, pronounced me as too intelligent
(so my parents said) to benefit by that method.
Harold Beck |
North Kensington and Regent Street,
1934-1939
I had lost much schooling when I was at Oxford
Gardens LCC infant and primary schools, due to
days off for asthma treatment and asthma attacks.
However, by the time I started my secondary
education at Regent Street Polytechnic, there had
been a great step forward in the treatment of
asthma, namely the atomiser. It came from
Germany, and used a pumping device containing a
liquid called Bronchovydrin. This produced a spray
of droplets that had to be breathed into the lungs,
producing relief in a much more socially acceptable
manner and with fewer side effects than the Potters
method.
By good fortune the UK sales office for the atomiser was just off Regent Street. In that office
was a motorised atomiser (which we now call a
nebuliser) and I was invited to make use of it
whenever the hand operated atomiser proved
insufficient to control an attack. So at lunchtime on
some days I would make my gasping way slowly
down Regent Street, past Mr Forte's new milk bar
and Hamleys, to the wonderful machine in the sales
office. There was a spring in my step on the return
journey and occasionally I even stopped to look at
the toys in Hamleys.
The school was very understanding of my
condition and gave me permission to ride up in the
lift when I had an asthma attack. Many of our
classes were held on the 4th floor and some, such
as physics and chemistry, were, I think, even
higher. So riding in the lift was a very helpful
concession. Indeed it was something of a perk
because some well known people used the lift. I got
quite a thrill when I was a fellow passenger to
Griffiths Jones, a popular film star of the late 1930s.
I applied myself to my studies and did quite
well. However, as I was the youngest in the form it
was decided that I might be less prone to asthma
attacks if I took an extra year. Sport was then
regarded as out of the question so my muscles and
coordination were very underdeveloped. I was a tall
and very weedy child and my father affectionately
referred to me as "Tin Ribs". The search for
solutions to my asthma continued: I remember
having to take soya flour, lettuce and honey in a tin
for lunch, but that didn't last for long.
We are and Minehead, Somerset,
1939-1942
My school was evacuated two days before the
outbreak of the Second World War. One of my
brothers and I went to Weare and were billeted on a
farm. It was harvest time and, needless to say,
within a day or two I was in the throes of an asthma
attack. I was moved into the village proper to stay
with two kindly schoolteachers and within a few
days I was able to breathe normally again.
Soon, the whole school moved to Minehead
and there I tried some sport by entering a team for
a high jump competition. I considered the short run
up would enable me to make the effort before the
asthma triggers had time to notice, but I made such
a hash of the take off that I never tried again. I did,
however, get some exercise walking on Minehead's
North Hill, in the lovely combes accessed from
Alcombe and over Grabbist to Dunster.
Bristol, Blackpool and London,
1942-1944
When I joined King's College, London, it was in its
final year of evacuation to Bristol. The heavy
bombing of Bristol had taken place earlier. The only
asthma related incident that I remember is when I
took beginners classes in rowing: lack of strength
and breathlessness forced me to give up and
concentrate on swimming.
Sometime during the year my parents moved
to Blackpool to provide a safe base for the
scattered family. While on a visit there, I sustained
a particularly paralysing and persistent attack. I
remember a GP coming and giving me injections of adrenaline and morphine until I could breathe well
enough again. When the attack subsided it was
agreed by my parents and the GP that I should
have a course of Peptone injections, which
apparently were universal desensitisers. What good
they did me I cannot say, but at least they
appeared to do me no harm.
When in 1943 King's College moved back to the
Strand, London, I was referred to a chest hospital
for treatment. This consisted of fitting me with an
orthodontic device that changed the shape of my
jaw. It was explained to me that as there was
virtually no asthma among people in the Middle
East, there might be a connection between that and
the fact that Middle Eastern people were lantern
jawed. If I was made lanternjawed, I might be rid of
asthma. (I am relating here what I understood was
said to me as a 19 year old student.) So I was fitted
with a plate with springs in it pressing against
individual teeth. The net result was that there was
no discernible improvement in my asthma and I
was left with a somewhat lopsided bite.
North Kensington, 1944-1947
In addition to the atomiser, the treatment for more
persistent attacks was ephedrine and belladonna.
Thus when a persistent attack took place in June
1944 while I was taking the final exams of my two
year wartime degree course, I was dosing myself
with these compounds. Asthma was certainly not
the only reason why I failed to get my degree first
time round I did not work hard enough but the
ephedrine in particular, while improving the
breathing, also produced in me a feeling of jittery
excitement that probably affected my judgement to
a considerable extent.
Meanwhile having no degree made me eligible
for call up. I was asked to report for a medical and
as a result was declared unfit for military service. I
left retaking finals a year but continued studying,
while I researched an electronic circuit and ran a
radio business to bring in some money. I got my degree in 1947.
London, Chrishall, Saffron Walden,
Cambridge and Harpenden, 1947-2003
From when I started work after graduation and got
married, my asthma for most of the time took the
form of wheezing and some shortage of breath,
especially in the evenings and at night. It was easily
controlled using the atomiser, which became my
constant companion. But there were constant
external reminders of its existence, such as a 20%
reduction in pension insurance benefits and reports
of scarring of my lungs due to asthma whenever I
went for mass X ray. I gave up my moderate
smoking of cigarettes and a pipe in the mid 1960s,
and cigars about ten years later.
In 1986 I had my first serious attack of asthma in
nearly 40 years. My peak flow was found to be 150.
I was sent to St Albans Hospital where I was
immediately put on a crash course of Prednisolone
steroid tablets, and was loaned a nebuliser and
ventolin capsules. In a few days the attack was
under control. This was the point at which I caught
up with advances in asthma treatment - the change
from its treatment as an acute problem to regarding it as a long term condition, with preventers as
well as relievers. Since then I normally have
one dose of Duovent followed by one of
beclomethasone (with spacer), night and
morning. I measure my peak flow each night
and morning and adjust the number of doses
accordingly. I also have a nebuliser to increase
inhalation of my reliever on the rare occasions
it is necessary.
In the mid 1990s, conscious of the debt I
owed to research into asthma, I spent two years
of intense activity as chairman (and sometimes
also secretary and treasurer) of the local branch
of the National Asthma Campaign, raising funds
and disseminating information. I am now 78
years old and, thanks to the application of
asthma research, the complaint that I have had
for 75 years is far less of a problem than it was.
Telling my story has also led me to realise how
much my brothers and sister were affected by
my asthma - yet I never heard a word
of resentment from them, for which I
owe them my lungfelt thanks.
Harold Beck.
- Original Source: Beck, Harold, "My Life With Asthma," Asthma News, July, 2003, pages 21-23, http://haroldbeck.org.uk/6_Publications/P6_SPI/Medical/03g%20asthma.pdf, accessed February 26, 2016. Reprinted here without permission, although without any intent to profit from it. Please check out original article to view pictures.
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