I have now begun voice therapy classes to open my airways and cull the husky from my voice. Did you know we all have a set of false vocal cords? They are there as a kind of back up. My therapist said I may even become a good singer! O dear, we shall see. It's strange how my voice has just kind of got more and more husky, until one day that's all it was; like the first grey hair to a head of grey or the hardening of a chalice. I don't feel scared or worried about it though, I know that I must work on my cords and try and open them like I know that we must all try and open the little reluctant wee crevices of our insecurities. Take the plunge. Make it count.