Despite my knowledge of cystic fibrosis, I was scared when my son was diagnosed with the disease. I already had a toddler and worried how I would balance her needs with his medical care. Now that he is a year old, I realize my fears were worse than reality.
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At 26, I was in and out of the hospital with bouts of pain and coughing up blood, with doctors telling me I had pancreatitis. It took a trip to a new hospital — and advocating for my health — before I finally got my correct cystic fibrosis diagnosis.
I was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis late; and the anger I felt was contagious for my son, who was dealing with his own diagnosis. But, I found support and am now focusing on the things in my life that I can control.
When I was in college, I wanted to do it all and my health wasn’t as much of a priority anymore. I learned to accept that things will not always go according to plan and to integrate routine in my life to ensure my health comes first.
I had no idea what cystic fibrosis was — or that I had it — until six months of pancreatitis led to a diagnosis.
When I went off to college it was up to me to manage my cystic fibrosis for the first time without help from my family. I felt fine after skipping my medications and decided to stop using my noisy vest because it embarrassed me, and I wanted to make friends at my new school. As a result, I stayed in the hospital for a few weeks and left with a new perspective on life.
In 2020, I went from having almost no knowledge about cystic fibrosis to the shocking revelation that I've actually been battling CF my entire life. At 53 years old, I'm still a work in progress, but I'm facing this new diagnosis head-on.
I was heartbroken when I learned my baby would be born with cystic fibrosis. However, my son's CF care team changed my perspective and connected me with other mothers of children with CF who became lifelines of support for me.
We've only lived with our daughter Louisa's CF diagnosis for six months. Besides adjusting to her treatments and care needs, our priority has also been to talk openly about this new normal with Louisa's older brother -- in ways a 3-year-old can understand.
It's been a whirlwind year since my son was born and diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Despite the surgeries, hospital stays, and challenges of living with the disease every day, I'm thankful for the people who helped pave the way.