Megs, you have to find another word than "retarded" girlie... it makes my heart hurt when I even read it in that contact... Like using the "n" word, just not a good word... sorry just had to write that!!!<img src="i/expressions/hugging.gif" border="0">
I agree with what Meg wrote... NO ONE knows ever!!! and even with all the stats and stuff out there... you create it, hate to say it, but that is how I feel... If you have it in your head that you have 10 years left... You will start the "countdown" and you will die... For all my life I thought I was going to die when I was 31... For some reason, that was my number... amazing thing, I was supposed to die when I was 31... I drank to much water one night and my sodium dropped 4 points below fatal... Doctors have no idea why I am still here... I am here because I make the choice every morning to get out of bed and go kick CF in the balls!!! This disease ain't got nothing on me... lmao... don't I sound tough??? I remember lying in the ER screaming at the top of my lungs that I didn't want to die... I was hallucinateing and all the doctors and nurses looked so scared to me (because they were sure I was going to die) and then Dana walked in... I am sure she is the angel God sent to me... She told me it wasn't my time, I still had stuff to do here... and then she said "turn it over to God"... and I did... I laid back in the bed and I told God I wasn't ready but it was on him now... I woke up the next evening with my doctor poking and prodding me... He shoook his head and explained with my Sodium where it was I should have died, or at least been a complete vegetable...
So that is my story... You make your own, don't write the end before you write the middle!!!
xoxo
Sarah Jean