Get the introduction out of the way
Cough, cough, cough, goes the girl next door…is she sick, is she choking, will she be okay, what can I do to help?…There is nothing to be done with this cough because it is a result of a life threatening lung disease called cystic fibrosis. She is sick in a different way, she needs to cough to clear the thick mucus from her lungs. Don’t worry though what makes her sick is not contagious. Just let her be and now you can read her blog…
That girl next door...sweet, nice, polite and pretty (cringe I hate describing myself). You think I have it all together, what could possibly be my problem. Well I have a big genetic problem and it is getting worse. It is getting harder for me to be that nice and optimistic person. I don’t know what happened but when I turned 23 a different part of my mind opened up. The only way I can describe this feeling in words is that reality really set in and the cynic in me matured. I have always kept my feelings in, pretended to smile one too many times when I felt so badly because I couldn’t breathe. Laughed and always put a positive spin on a disease that was taking over my life because I knew there were people worst off than me. I felt that the world had enough bad things going around, why did I need to add my complaints into the mix. Well this is where I welcome our friend technology, where we can have an open forum that goes into that abyss of a blog. So no more hiding and being upset all by myself, I’m going to share the side effects of CF that no doctor tells you about.
That girl next door...sweet, nice, polite and pretty (cringe I hate describing myself). You think I have it all together, what could possibly be my problem. Well I have a big genetic problem and it is getting worse. It is getting harder for me to be that nice and optimistic person. I don’t know what happened but when I turned 23 a different part of my mind opened up. The only way I can describe this feeling in words is that reality really set in and the cynic in me matured. I have always kept my feelings in, pretended to smile one too many times when I felt so badly because I couldn’t breathe. Laughed and always put a positive spin on a disease that was taking over my life because I knew there were people worst off than me. I felt that the world had enough bad things going around, why did I need to add my complaints into the mix. Well this is where I welcome our friend technology, where we can have an open forum that goes into that abyss of a blog. So no more hiding and being upset all by myself, I’m going to share the side effects of CF that no doctor tells you about.