Just like there isn’t always a right (or one) answer to parenting, parenting two kids with CF has shown me that I need to just do the best I can for my family as we navigate my family’s constantly changing needs.
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On the brink of being listed for lung transplant, I started Trikafta®, which has helped stabilize my health and helped me avoid it for now, but a transplant could be in my future.
I had never heard of cystic fibrosis until I received my diagnosis — but learning how to navigate my CF prepared me to advocate for my husband’s medical care and helped me grow as an artist.
A chance meeting at a CF conference 12 years ago gave me one of the most valuable gifts: my CF Mama friend group. Since then, we’ve invested time in our friendship and supported each other through the laughs and the tears.
Throughout my life with cystic fibrosis, I never thought about the prospect that I would outlive my loved ones. Now that I have attended some of their funerals, the thought of my own mortality has caught up with me.
Hospice care helped my daughter, Desirée, through her final days.
I began fundraising and raising CF awareness soon after my son, Aidan, was diagnosed as a baby. After years of successful fundraiser walks, Aidan asked me to stop — opening my eyes to the difference between being a mom of someone with CF and being the person who is living with CF.
Raising three kids in daycare often involves runny noses and mystery stains. As a mom with CF, I’ve figured out how to balance our daily lives with keeping me healthy and daycare-germ free.
Dance was my life, but I had to give it up when my health was in decline. I then found a new way to express my creativity through poetry.
Once I started Trikafta®, I became healthy enough to go to culinary school and become a chef.
By learning how to cook diverse cuisines, I improved the quality of my own meals, ate more, and have been able to maintain my weight.