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<hr><i>Originally posted by: <b>Anonymous</b></i>
you ever seen that one skit they do on saturday night live called "debbie downer"? you remind me of her. <hr></blockquote>
How so? Acknowledging all the trials we face isn't being unnecessarily pessimistic; it's being realistic. Comparing your average CF patient's life to that of a rock star is, IMO, just condescending. (Not least because if the latter have a shorter lifespan, it's most often due to recklessness, not the luck of the genetic die.)
I view the idea that people with CF enjoy life more, or are somehow more appreciative, largely as an expression of sour grapes. Those people "running to and fro without ever looking to the sky" are busy doing what's necessary, just as we aren't necessarily that appreciative-looking while doing the 50,000th Vest treatment necessary just to keep from dying. When they're not busy, they can play with their puppies, read bedtime stories to their kids, and so on with the same delight as any of us.
Personally, I'd <i>much</i> rather miss an opportunity because I was too busy living it up in other areas to notice it, than because I wasn't able to breathe deeply enough to seize it by the throat. There is not a single redeeming aspect to this disease; not ONE. I view it this way: If you're a strong enough individual that <i>even CF</i> can't kill your spirit, imagine what heights you could reach without it!
As for the original poster,
Sigh, I feel your pain. Especially the part about the good days being the only times when you can really appreciate life, and sadness at their being fewer and more sporadic. I've been there, and it's gonna get to you to the point where you're suicidal--in an entirely rational fashion--if nothing changes; I recognized I was rapidly getting there, and was fortunate enough to have changed my life enough that it's no longer an issue. I sincerely wish you do the same. In my case, it was love; in yours, I'm not sure what it might be, but you really need it!
<hr><i>Originally posted by: <b>Anonymous</b></i>
you ever seen that one skit they do on saturday night live called "debbie downer"? you remind me of her. <hr></blockquote>
How so? Acknowledging all the trials we face isn't being unnecessarily pessimistic; it's being realistic. Comparing your average CF patient's life to that of a rock star is, IMO, just condescending. (Not least because if the latter have a shorter lifespan, it's most often due to recklessness, not the luck of the genetic die.)
I view the idea that people with CF enjoy life more, or are somehow more appreciative, largely as an expression of sour grapes. Those people "running to and fro without ever looking to the sky" are busy doing what's necessary, just as we aren't necessarily that appreciative-looking while doing the 50,000th Vest treatment necessary just to keep from dying. When they're not busy, they can play with their puppies, read bedtime stories to their kids, and so on with the same delight as any of us.
Personally, I'd <i>much</i> rather miss an opportunity because I was too busy living it up in other areas to notice it, than because I wasn't able to breathe deeply enough to seize it by the throat. There is not a single redeeming aspect to this disease; not ONE. I view it this way: If you're a strong enough individual that <i>even CF</i> can't kill your spirit, imagine what heights you could reach without it!
As for the original poster,
Sigh, I feel your pain. Especially the part about the good days being the only times when you can really appreciate life, and sadness at their being fewer and more sporadic. I've been there, and it's gonna get to you to the point where you're suicidal--in an entirely rational fashion--if nothing changes; I recognized I was rapidly getting there, and was fortunate enough to have changed my life enough that it's no longer an issue. I sincerely wish you do the same. In my case, it was love; in yours, I'm not sure what it might be, but you really need it!