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Learning that my son, Rowland, has two rare cystic fibrosis variants and is currently unable to access highly effective modulator therapies was emotionally challenging and isolating for me. Then, I was introduced to another mom who could truly understand and relate to our experience. I am so grateful for not only the support we can provide to each other, but also for the friendship that grew from our connection.

When my wife and I learned that our son, Benny, has cystic fibrosis, we were concerned about how we would fit his treatments and care into our daily lives. We are grateful to have not needed to make many major changes like we anticipated, thanks to having a village around us and finding ways to make treatment time more fun.

My mom was always my biggest advocate and most selfless caretaker, but she went above and beyond when she also took my friend under her wing.

People like me are living longer — median survival for someone with cystic fibrosis is now 56 thanks to research and care. But as I grow older, my health is getting more complicated and I'll need my care to keep up.

I was recently diagnosed at 69 years old. Although it helped explain why I had been sick so often and gave me a new community, I can’t help but think about the lost time when my disease went untreated.

I have had a fortunate life with cystic fibrosis given the fact that I married, had two kids, and a career. However, with increasing — and sometimes bewildering — health issues, I’m beginning to wonder whether it’s my CF or just aging, or something in between.