I have typed and cleared this out so many times. My 11 y/o was diagnosed the friday before Christmas and I thought the docs office could have waited the weekend to tell me. What a horrible thing they did to me especially since my husband was deployed out in this war and they knew that. I had to act like everything was fine, no family here for support, just me and the kids. Then it was a whirlwind of appointments that hasn't stopped, CF doc, bronch scope, ear, nose and throat doc, set up for adnoid removal and sinus flush, gastro doc, this week is another scope the gastro doc is going to do and all of these pediatric specialists are an hour away. In between all that is our daily, normal lives with school and homework and then sports. I look at my son and he is the same person he always has been. He is very healthy and so far everything looks wonderful, in fact CF doc said without the diagnosis he wouldn't have known so far with the tests he has done. My son started the vest this week, enzyme pills, and TOBI to keep his lungs the way they are now. The Air Force sent my husband home last week because he didn't handle this well at all. I think how each of us reacts and feels is totally on an individual basis. I had totally convinced myself the high sweat test was because he was going thru puberty which I read would throw the test off but the gene test threw that out completely for me. I stopped reading about the disease itself because it was starting to throw me in depression and now I directed myself towards the medications and the reading up on the trials for cures and how to keep my son healthy. DO NOT for one minute feel guilty about how you feel for your feelings are very valid. I now get sick to my stomache when I hear one of the kids cough and I immediately ask where the cough is coming from. My daughter has not been tested, long story but the military has denied it so now I sit and wonder if she has CF as well. She has not had the lung infections my son has had nor the allergies and she outweighs him by 10 pounds and is almost as tall as he is (she is 8) so I feel she is fine, but who knows?
Everyone keeps telling me how strong I am and how great I am handling all this and I wonder, am I? or when all the whirlwind of appointments end and I have a chance to sit and breath will I break down? I think the hardest for me was the fact that he most likely will not be able to produce children. He is the last male on both sides of the family and all he talks about is growing up and having children. I honestly had never heard of CF before all of this. Not one person on either side has ever had it that anyone can come up with so this all threw us for a huge loop. I was floored and knew it all was a mistake. Perhaps, too, it may very well be that because he is not sick at all the reality of it has not set in for my feelings to come out.
I know life goes on and we each have a choice, we can sit around and wait for death without accomplishing one thing or we can live our lives to the fullest and leave this world a happy person. That is easier said than done but I am sure that as time goes by and your child has more and more good days, those good days are going to be the best days of your lives. It will get easier and from what I have been reading and have been told the outcome looks really good for your child and mine. In the meantime I, like the rest, pray for a cure.