I am in better health than I ever thought that I would be at 31. I was told when I was 19 that I wouldn't live to be 28, so I spent those 9 years in limbo. Now I am in Collage for Architecture, and there is "Nothing that can kill me" I spent 9 years of my life in mourning, now it's time to actually live. During those 9 years I had some wild times, created great memories, and did things that I really shouldn't have, but I'm still here... like a cockroach. My lung functions were around 64, last time I was tested, but hey... what do I have to complain about? There are children that will never get to see half of what I have, experiance half of what I have experianced... If I died tomorrow, I feel that I have led a life of fullfilment. Yeah, I get pains, feeling like someone is stabbing me with an ice pick, yeah I vomit large amounts of mucus up everyday, yeah I get out of breath easily... so what... I'm here.
Don't anyone get down about having CF, that's when it seems to get worse, "Your body believes what your brain tells it." Keep your heads up, I'm not going to let this kill me, I'm going to be an old fart one day, drinking beer, and talking about when Cystic Fibrosis still existed... Keep your heads up, and don't give up.
-Jason, 31
"It's not how long we're here, it's what we do while we are here."