TestifyToLove
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I'm....
I don't even know what to say.
I knew CFF played with the numbers. just1more did an informal average from the memorials on this site and found the average to be 22. He spent a lot of time speaking with our CF center director and the man admitted his informal average was probably fairly close to accurate.
Its just...
I've held onto this hope and this stubborn determination that this child needed to see his 20th birthday. Everything about his life has been crap, absolute crap. Lousy bio-parents, severe complcations from his CF, liver cirrohsis (only 12% of CFers develop this complication, why HIM), not a candidate for a liver transplant, then Bipolar that requires liver taxing medication to stabilize him and finally Autism. In every opportunity God...the galaxy...whatever you want to call it...has had to give this child an acceptable hand in life or screw him over, he has been screwed over. And now, to see this. I already wasn't sure he was going to see 20. But, I hoped.
I continue to hope. But, tonight I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. Nothing in this child's life has EVER been fair. I guess I should quit waiting for him to finally catch a break. I should accept that there is nothing horrible I can protect him from, not even the reality of statistics of this disease.
I just really held out the belief that if the median was 37, an the average was likely early to mid 20s, then it wasn't unreasonable to hope he could see 20. Even after they told us no liver. Even after his vitamin levels started tanking. Even last week when we learned he's dropped to 5% in weight, despite 2200-2500cal/day. I still hoped we could get to 20. 20 seemed acceptable to believe that he had a real life at least and not the blink of an eye joke that his life thus far as been.
I don't even know what to say.
I knew CFF played with the numbers. just1more did an informal average from the memorials on this site and found the average to be 22. He spent a lot of time speaking with our CF center director and the man admitted his informal average was probably fairly close to accurate.
Its just...
I've held onto this hope and this stubborn determination that this child needed to see his 20th birthday. Everything about his life has been crap, absolute crap. Lousy bio-parents, severe complcations from his CF, liver cirrohsis (only 12% of CFers develop this complication, why HIM), not a candidate for a liver transplant, then Bipolar that requires liver taxing medication to stabilize him and finally Autism. In every opportunity God...the galaxy...whatever you want to call it...has had to give this child an acceptable hand in life or screw him over, he has been screwed over. And now, to see this. I already wasn't sure he was going to see 20. But, I hoped.
I continue to hope. But, tonight I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. Nothing in this child's life has EVER been fair. I guess I should quit waiting for him to finally catch a break. I should accept that there is nothing horrible I can protect him from, not even the reality of statistics of this disease.
I just really held out the belief that if the median was 37, an the average was likely early to mid 20s, then it wasn't unreasonable to hope he could see 20. Even after they told us no liver. Even after his vitamin levels started tanking. Even last week when we learned he's dropped to 5% in weight, despite 2200-2500cal/day. I still hoped we could get to 20. 20 seemed acceptable to believe that he had a real life at least and not the blink of an eye joke that his life thus far as been.