Reading some of these posts reminds me of a discussion in May between my Doctor & husband. Basically what it came down to was my husband was excited because the doctor told him if I take care of myself the way I should that I have at least 20 years to look forward to. I looked at him & told him that besides seeing our daughter grow up, I dont see that news quite as exciting. Why? Because to me that is 20 years more of aerosols, meds, O2, the vest, manual clapping, weight issues, hospitilizations, pain, hemoptysis, constant planning to avoid over doing it etc. Am I glad that I have beaten the odds? Yes. Do I want to continue for that long? I dont know. No I am not suicidal, but I am realistic & that is a hell of a long time. Granted that I dont know what the future holds, but I know what the past holds. I really busted my husbands bubble, but I couldnt hold those feelings in. Was I wrong in telling him my true feelings?