I didn't read all the LATE DIAGNOSIS messages but after the latest information, prompted by the new CF drugs, I have been doing a slow burn. I was 51 when an accurate diagnosis was made. My age indicates I was not searching for new lungs at 15. In fact, I do have more mild pulmunary symptoms, although I have all the other typical CF symptoms. When I was a child most of the time I was sick from the sinuses on down to my skinny skin. Rotting teeth in spite of brushing 4 times a day, eating us out of house and home and still seeing daylight between my ribs, repeated ear lancing to exchange a controlled opening of ear drums for spontanious ruptures etc. etc.. I had wheezing, mild asthma, and then there was my belly. How many doctors treated 8yr old patients for ulcers, IBS, possibly Chrones, and consipation that only a dose of castor oil could cure. I sweated so much, my clothing rotted off my body. A leather belt or watch strap lasted a couple months. My hands did and do sweat so bad I etch my finger prints in all but knoble metals. Sweat condenced on my forehead forming white flakey crystals. When profuse sweat dripped into my eyes, it burned like acid. I told all this and more repeatedly to my doctors my entire life and found myself margionalized and often was sent to a psychiatrist. FINALLY at 50 an abdominal CT showed tiny amounts of calcification and my wife ran with it. A pancreatic function test was a new record for bad. I had a sweat test that catagorically was positive for my age, or an 8yr old. Genetic testing was the final nail in the CF diagnosis. A peer in high school told me I was an hypochondriac and fortunately I believed him. I spent my life as if I weren't sick, although 90 odd cases of pneumonia, pancreatic attacks, ulcers, sinusitus, and IBS needed attention. In retrospect I think it statistically impossible that some very smart doctors screwed up for 50 years. Now when I think of my obviousely super salty skin coupled with overwhelming symptoms, I wonder, what were they thinking? Now I have a lifetime of malnutrition and undiagnosed unbelievable pain to reflect on and be glad nothing was really wrong, it was all in my head.