wanderlost
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I am thirty today.
It's hard to explain to people who act like 30 is getting sooo old that every year older to me is like a big kick in the butt to CF.
That's not to say that realizing that my twenties are now a decade gone by that there isn't something bittersweet about getting older, but i realize that for me, my thirties will be the years that are the bulk of my kids' childhoods and it looks pretty promising that I will be here to see it.
It's been an interesting road with CF: a diagnosis at 6 weeks and then under my parents' care as a child; my dad putting me into competitive swimming at age 9 to "keep my lungs clear" (it worked!); complete rebellion as a teenager: smoking and other illegals, not visitng the clinic any more; childbirth and a culture of PA in my twenties; another child and the realization that I need to take control of my health - all leading up to me typing this as I am willingly hooked up to my vest and nebulizer, but proudly still in this fight with nary a blow to my body yet.
I hate this disease - there is no doubt about that, and while a part of me still hasn't completely succumbed to the fact that it's there, a greater part of me has finally realized that I must do whatever it takes to stay healthy. It was easy when I was younger - I managed to stay healthy without doing any work. I can't say I don't resent a tiny bit the time I am now putting into caring for myself, but all I have to do is look at the two people that I brought into this world to remind myself that I want to do what it takes to see them grow. I want to post again in 10 years and say "hey look at me, here I am (still!) and (still) not much worse for the wear!"
Anyway. thanks for reading. Wish me well as I sail on in toward middle age <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">
It's hard to explain to people who act like 30 is getting sooo old that every year older to me is like a big kick in the butt to CF.
That's not to say that realizing that my twenties are now a decade gone by that there isn't something bittersweet about getting older, but i realize that for me, my thirties will be the years that are the bulk of my kids' childhoods and it looks pretty promising that I will be here to see it.
It's been an interesting road with CF: a diagnosis at 6 weeks and then under my parents' care as a child; my dad putting me into competitive swimming at age 9 to "keep my lungs clear" (it worked!); complete rebellion as a teenager: smoking and other illegals, not visitng the clinic any more; childbirth and a culture of PA in my twenties; another child and the realization that I need to take control of my health - all leading up to me typing this as I am willingly hooked up to my vest and nebulizer, but proudly still in this fight with nary a blow to my body yet.
I hate this disease - there is no doubt about that, and while a part of me still hasn't completely succumbed to the fact that it's there, a greater part of me has finally realized that I must do whatever it takes to stay healthy. It was easy when I was younger - I managed to stay healthy without doing any work. I can't say I don't resent a tiny bit the time I am now putting into caring for myself, but all I have to do is look at the two people that I brought into this world to remind myself that I want to do what it takes to see them grow. I want to post again in 10 years and say "hey look at me, here I am (still!) and (still) not much worse for the wear!"
Anyway. thanks for reading. Wish me well as I sail on in toward middle age <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">