I was diagnosed at age 45 after years and years of lung infections, two hospitalizations for pancreatitis, repeated sinus infection etc., starting as a child. After visiting a doctor in Ohio during a lung infection, he suspected lung cancer, after seeing a dark spot on my chest x-ray which turned out to be a mucus plug. I was then told that I had bronchiastas, and that my lungs were those of an eighty year old man.
Several years later, I became very sick again and went to my primary care physician, who in turn sent me to a lung specialist. The specialist ordered a CT scan, and I can still remember barely having enough wind to walk from my car to the hospital elevators.
After viewing the CT scan results, I had a consultation with the doctor, and he agreed that I had broncheastasis and in general, very bad lungs. In casual conversation he asked me about my family, and I mentioned that after several marriages I had no children. I mentioned that in years prior I had been to the Cleveland clinic to find out why and discovered that my vas deferens had never fully formed, and due to that, was unable to have children, via natural means.
He excused himself and when he returned he showed me a photo in a medical book side by side with my CT scan. They looked remarkably similar. The photo in the book was a cystic fibrosis lung. He told me that he suspected I had CF and ordered the sweat test. He explained that CF was considered "terminal", and I was basically in shock at that point. This was in the mid 90s, and there were not many people being diagnosed at my age, apparently.
I went home and looked up cystic fibrosis online. I was alone and literally in tears after reading that the average life expectancy was 30 years. (the information available online was much different then) I went for the sweat test, we which was positive, and several weeks later, had my first appointment at Atlanta's Emory clinic cf clinic. At the time, there was no adult cf center and everything was designed for children, from the reading materials to the little chairs, and toys.
I saw the doctor and had a DNA test, and began a regimen of meds which I still do to this day. I will turn 57 next month although I still have recurring lung infections, pancreatitis, and cf related diabetes, but I am still here obviously.
I lost my job of 16 years in November 2011, and have struggled with keeping health insurance, getting affordable meds and so forth, as many of you have.
Well, sorry for the lengthy post, but that's my story and it feels good to tell it. I've been reading posts here for quite some time and never posted. Thanks for "listening".