Warning: This blog post deals with death in people with Cystic Fibrosis. It is up to you (or your parents/guardians for those under 18) to decide if you want to read it.
Why am I still alive at 41 years old, when so many people with Cystic Fibrosis didn’t get the chance to go to high school, college, have a job or get married? Why am I not on Oxygen permanently yet? Why am I not sick enough to need a Lung transplant yet?
Why did Rita, who was severely sick from a very early age, die at just 21 years old, leaving behind a precious little girl and a shattered future? We shared a doctor and a hospital, and when she passed, it was the first time I ever saw my doctor cry. Continue reading