There's a Yellow Rose...

Well, we had a great time in Texas with the family. Brought back some unexpected items. But all in all it was a great trip.
This is basically what we did each day:
1- Get up late... you know I love this. Also awakening to my cute little 3 yo niece singing in the next room... not much better than that.
2- Go somewhere cool.
3- Do something fun.
4- Eat good food.
5- Relax for the afternoon.
6- Eat good food again.
7- Go to bed.
This is possibly the greatest scheduled vacation ever, since I am a lazy slob.
So the unexpected items we returned with:
- A brand new shiny pair of boots, for me.
- A cold... ugh.
I am feeling better today than I have for about a week, but I am coughing up junk that shouldn't be in anyone's body. We had a great time we saw the cattle drive in Fort Worth, and the animal reserve called Fossil Rim, in Glen Rose TX.
Also, we delayed our departure by 8 hours and got $1200 in "incentives" from the airlines... Yee Haw!
Funny I didn't see any yellow roses though.

A Taste of the Good Life

Ok, I'm sorry the title is a bit misleading. What I meant was a taste of the CF life.
Lauren, a 27 year old woman with CF writes a wonderful blog that I read frequently. She recently spoke at the CF Foundation spring Gala, her talk is a true look at life with CF. You can go read it here.
Also, you should support her Great Strides team, here.

Lauren and I became friends when I started blogging and looking for other CF bloggers. She has been a CF spokesperson for some time now and has a great blog that you can read up on. I also have a link to it on the sidebar here on my page.
Thanks to Lauren for spreading the awareness.

The Anniversary - Part 3

So yesterday was the day. The 1 year since my last admission to the hospital. Amazing isn't it. A man of 31 with severe CF that can go 1 year without hospitalization.
So the big question, why?
Why do I continue to live while all those around me, even those closest to me, have to die (or is it "Get to die?" That is a question for later). We have the same disease. Why am I different. Is it not enough for me to be different from "Normal" people and have CF. Now I have to be different from CF people too and live beyond my friends and family. Beyond doctors expectations, and beyond my own expectations.

When I was 12, and my cousin had just died, I finally had to go into the hospital, we held out until the end of that year, since my parents were worried about the psychological impact on the rest of the family. I was extremely sick. I spent 20 days in the hospital, and nearly 5 months on IV therapy. I was put on Tobramycin and one other I forget the name of. I spent a lot of time getting peaks and troughs on the tobi levels in my blood. They would shoot all over the place. This was my first experience with near death. I was on 24x7 Oxygen, I used a wheelchair to get most places since I couldn't walk without completely losing breath. It took a lot of hard work, I don't know how my mother did it, working part time(she is a nurse) and taking care of me part time (I did my own care quite often). We came up with a system where she would do my midnight drugs on nights when she didn't work the next day, and I would do them on nights when she did. This was nothing fancy either, these were the hang and let gravity do the work home IV's. Man those seem like the dark ages now.
It took a while and lots of work, but eventually I started getting better. Slowly I got off 24x7 oxygen and just wore it at night. I finally finished my IV meds. We found out I have a bad reaction to tobramycin, for some reason I lose all my white blood cells. So it was the first and last time I would take Tobramycin IV. I also found out that the cool new miracle drug that was released (fortaz) didn't work for me.

Again for some reason I lived... Pulmozyme was released at another time when I was getting worse.
Not only that I was in the study for it, Phase 2 and 3 and after the study, the company decided to allow those that were in the study to continue taking the drug, and receiving it for free until it was released. I was one of the few subjects who showed the greatest improvement on twice a day doses.

My wife and I had been married 2 years and we had just purchased a home. I was getting more and more ill for no apparent reason. My wonderful wife, worked super hard and with the help of many great people she put in our yard that year. A conquest she will never let me forget. That fall I went to a Grand Rounds at the local Children's hospital, it was on CF and Diabetes. It was being presented by Dana Hardin, she wrote the book Managing Cystic Fibrosis Related Diabetes. During the presentation she described nearly all of my symptoms, including unexplained decline in health. After the grand rounds presentation I spoke to her and told her what I was experiencing, but that none of the endo's would treat me because my HbA1c was normal all the time. She explained that she had found that people with CFRD always have normal HbA1c and that it is not a valid test for CFRD. She told me to have my doctor do a glucose tolerance test to see what I did. She also said that she and her husband had decided to move to Utah and she would start practicing in about a month and I could come and see her.
I got my gtt and my 2 hr glucose was 20(normal is 95-110, critical is <30>250). My doctor actually called me at work to make sure I was ok after the lab called him. I was definitely not feeling well and nearly blacked out driving my car. I went into the nearest mc'd's and just sat there in the lobby sucking down jelly packets, hoping to stay alive. The lab I guess never should have let me leave in that condition...
Well, I was treated and began a regimen with Dr hardin. I started insulin and changed some eating habits, and within 3 months I was a new man. I felt better my PFT's were better, everything. 3 months later Dr hardin went back to Univ Texas SouthWestern she had decided that Utah was not what she wanted. But she was around long enough to help me get back on my feet.

Dec 2005, I got real sick. The kind of sick that you don't talk about until a year later or so. There was a week during this time that each night I would pray that my sweet wife would not have to call the paramedics in the middle of the night. And I mean literally pray. I stayed up most of the time because I couldn't sleep. Also I didn't want to ... ya know... not wake up. I had just started a new job and I had no time off. I finally asked my boss if I could go in feb. He agreed. While at the hospital my doctor and I began talking of a study that was just released about Surfers in Australia. Doctors in Australia were looking for any correlation to what made some kids live longer than others, using the CF registry. The only thing they could find was ... surfing. The kids that had the best PFT's and the longest life were the ones that had the hobby of surfing. They at first thought it was the good physical exercise, but then these people were living beyond the runners and the others that also exercised. They finally did a study on salty air... which led to the new 13% saline treatment. I started this treatment when I went in the hospital 1 year ago. I attribute my good health for the last year mostly to the saline. It moves me like nothing else. I love it because it is cheap and easy to make. The drug companies can't patent it, because it is already in use... hehe. The only reason I survived that illness last year is because this saline really worked for me in moving all the crap out of my lungs.

I don't know how to explain it. I don't know why I continue to live while others don't. I am grateful for the time I have had, and I am grateful I have not had to leave my wife. I love her a lot, and she is my greatest motivation for continued health and success. I am glad to be out of the hospital still. But the question of "why" will remain unanswered for now. I will not waste the time that God has given me.

Hopefully neither will you.

V-Day

So this is just a post to toast the greatest person in my life. The person that has had the most influence for good. Always pushing me to be the best, and do the right things.
She has been the lone support that I have needed, and her love and life sustain me when nothing else can.
Happy V-Day!

The Anniversary - Part 2

As you can imagine with my sisters death my mother was very upset. And basically told the CF clinic that until they had something worthwhile to treat CF she would do it at home and they would never be allowed to admit me or treat me again.
She found a local pulmonologist who was one of the best in the nation at the time. Who was not associated with the clinic, and my cousin and I began to see him. He was extremely nice and took great care of us.
Unfortunately my aunt didn't handle the CF problem so well. It caused her marriage to end in divorce since neither of them wanted to have more children with CF, but both wanted to have more children.
My aunt pretty much lived in denial and treated my cousin like it was her fault all the time. Because of the lack of loving care and assistance, my cousin spent a lot of time at grandma's. Grandma had been a nurse for a long time and was great at caring for my cousin and I. My mother was a nurse also, but she worked a lot and if I was sick I went to grandma's house. So my cousin was pretty much completely raised by my grandparents, and I was about 1/2 and 1/2. Grandma and Grandpa had a huge effect on the person I became in life. And I spent many days and nights at grandma's with my cousin. As you can guess we became like brother and sister.
Our doctor worked out of the local children's hospital (the CF clinic was at the state hospital and was run by a gastroenterologist. A stomach doctor.) When my cousin was first admitted she soon found that she could gain all the attention and love she wanted from the hospital nursing staff and caregivers. They were fantastic, and to this day that Children's hospital is repeatedly rated in the top 20-30 children's hospitals in the nation.
Sadly she decided that she could get her love at the hospital, and so she neglected completely her treatments and stuff because it brought the attention she needed and desired. It was fun to visit her and play in wheelchairs and throw water balloons out the windows. But the games slowly started to get too hard for her to play. Sadly I watched my cousin get worse and worse until she was finally ready to die.
I saw her the day before she died. I remember it like it was yesterday. We were so close and had so much in common, in that situation I don't believe I will ever be able to remove that day from memory. I was barely 12 years old. She was also 12. It was Saturday and we went to the hospital to see her. Only 2 or 3 of us could go in at a time. Her mother was not there, neither was her step-father. My dad was sitting by her side talking to her and helping her. She could not talk anymore because she didn't have enough breath. I talked for a bit with her, but she barely even opened her eyes.
She had a constant Albuterol Nebulizer running into her Oxygen mask. I went back out of her room and sat in a wheelchair alone in the hall. I remember being pretty upset, but not showing any emotion (it wasn't really allowed in my family.)
I was also sick at this time (I had never been admitted to the hospital as of yet) and I had heard my mother and doctor talking about a new drug they had for CF, it was a drug called Ceftazidime, aka Fortaz. It was the greatest thing since the Pancrease enzyme according the CF Foundation. My mother was not sure, she had been in trouble before with hospitals messing with her kids. She wanted to think about it. Our doctor came over to talk to me while I was sitting in the wheelchair. He said that he wanted to put me on Septra DS tablets for 2 weeks, a broadspectrum antibiotic to help me feel better. I agreed and he left.
That was the last time I saw my cousin alive. She died the next day, Sunday 14th June 1987. My mom called the doctor, and I heard her tell him that my cousin's death was going to be too hard on my sister and myself (my sister was the other caregiver to my cousin, she spent nearly each night in the hospital with her.) and she didn't want me to go in the hospital because she was afraid my sister would crack. So I went on Septra DS again. And yet again here I was seeing essentially another sister die from the same disease I had.
I was older this time and I remember the feelings I had, and even now, nearly 20 years later I am not ready to write about those. But again I had the ever present question, "why?" that had come into my life 6 years earlier.
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Come back soon for Part 3 of The Anniversary.

The Anniversary - Part 1

It is only the 3rd time it has happened since I was 12 yrs old. All three times have been in the last 9 years (since I was married, and this has a lot to do with it). I am hoping to have a first anniversary of something better next year this time. This anniversary makes me think of a few things very deeply. So I am going to have a multi-post story running for a little bit. Hopefully it won't be too disturbing.

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So this is an anniversary of sorts. I am now clean 1 year. It has only happened a few times in my life but when it does I love it. I have stayed healthy enough for the last year to keep out of the hospital. Now that may not seem like much, and some people would say they go their whole lives without going in the hospital. But for me, like turning 30, it is a huge deal. Much of the reason is my wife JG who is constantly encouraging me to become better and better. And always supportive, even when she doesn't want to be, of my treatment times. Which always encroach on our time together.
In my family there were 4 of us that were born with CF. My oldest sister, myself, my younger sister, and my cousin (who was 2 months older than I.)
My oldest sister died just minutes after she was born, it was in the early 60's and they didn't really know what had happened, just that she never took a breath. They were never able to clear the airway despite continuous bulb suctioning, and even regular hospital suction.
The autopsy said that her body was full of thick sticky mucus. The intestines, the stomach, the lungs and the nose. She never had a chance.
I was born 10 years later. And my birth was so similar to my older sister's that my mother was very worried, and felt like she was re-living that time in the 60's. By the grace of God and the expert care of medical professionals, I was able to make it.
Of course there was the med student that ran the test for CF for the 10th time when it came back positive. I have always had a special appreciation for Med students since then.
When I was diagnosed they suddenly realized what my older sister had died from. And they tested all the family and extended family for CF. My cousin came back positive, though as of yet she hadn't showed any symptoms except for being unusually small. Being just 3 months different in age, and sharing a bond of CF we were obviously friends and very close.
2 years later my younger sister was born and immediately they knew she had CF, because of the meconium ileus she had at birth. So there we were, 3 kids with CF.
So right before my sister turned 4 (I was 6), the family was on a trip. My parents suddenly had to rush home with my younger sister. She had gotten a cold and was getting worse. The other 5 of us kids were driven home by a family members to grandmas.
I never saw my sister alive again. She died in the morning on her 4th birthday.
This came as quite a shock and even though I was very young I still remember it vividly. My parents had the viewing in our living room. To me it was very disturbing. My roommate was gone. I still remember just laying on my bed wondering why. Not why she had died, I knew that she had died of CF... a different more disturbing why.
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Come back soon for part 2 of The Anniversary.

There and back

So, as you can see it's been quite a while since I have been here. Work is getting busy and so is life. It goes up and down. Unfortunately this is one of those down times. Not sick, actually as far as CF goes I am probably better than I have been for a long time. But life continues to crash in on us. Things go wrong, expectations are not met. Friends forget things they shouldn't, and family that you thought were the only people in the world to understand, suddenly show they don't.
It is something that I have to be reminded of sometimes. It is something that comes from one of my favorite books in the world. You may recognize it:

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it."

It comes from To Kill a Mockingbird. Sometimes I will go a long time with a friend or colleague or family member, and think that because they listen and say the right things and do the right things for a long time, that they finally understand me... Not just CF but me with CF, we are one.
But slowly time after time they all fade away and disappoint. Last week, one of those times came. It is always a shock. It always hurts just a little, but this time it was someone who was going on 20 years of "understanding", and in one careless statement it all washed away. I realized that not even this person understood. Nor would they ever understand. This time it hurt bad. I was not prepared to deal with the pain and frustration of it. It took me a good 4 days to recover enough to even function on a normal level again instead of just in existence mode. Someday I may share what happened, but the pain right now is too new.
My advice for everyone... everyone!
Pay attention here.

Sometimes there are things that you don't understand.

Don't judge.
Period.
We see the person parking in the Handicap stall, and they don't look sick.
You never know.
Some people have to make hard decisions in their lives. We don't always know why.
Don't try to solve their problems... support the decision and maybe it would be ok to walk on eggshells just a little with some things that may be hard for them.
Or maybe it will take them longer to be happy for you... when you get what you want and they don't.
Maybe you could be understanding about that.
Enough of my soapbox, you get the idea. Anyway, I should be back now.

Married to Jennifer Garner

Sorry for the lack of posting, we've been out of town for a couple of weekends. But I wrote some updates on paper and should be able to get them up this weekend. Watch for Playing Dad and the Spoon Theory coming soon to this blog.
So for more than 9 years now I have been married to Jennifer Garner. Ok so not really Jennifer Garner, but if you want to know what my wife looks like it is definitely Jennifer Garner. More the 13 going on 30 than the Alias JG, but still her. It's not just me either, strangers in the mall and the grocery store will tell her this as we walk down the aisle. My wife likes this, obviously she thinks Jennifer Garner is cute and sweet and it feels like a compliment to her.
Whatever you do, please do not make the assumption that she looks like Hilary Swank. My wife doesn't really like HS, the last time someone told her that, she was very polite, but once out of ear shot she told me she thinks HS is ugly and she doesn't think she looks anything like her.
So if you see my wife, remember she looks like JG not HS. You could even say Julia Roberts, that is who I think she looks like if anyone. This is acceptable to her, and I once toyed with the idea of calling her pretty woman, but I don't think that movie is very complimentary to the female species, so I have decided against it.
Soooo, you ask, why are you telling me this. Well, in keeping with my "anonymity" theme on the blog here for now, I will refer to my wife as Jennifer or Jennifer Garner or just JG since that is way less typing.
I also wanted to express the fact that this woman has saved my life. I definitely would not have survived so long with CF without someone by my side. She has been through the hard times, when she had to put in our new yard all by herself. And through the good times... Which I think is right now when I have time to take care of the yard mostly and have dinner ready for her when she gets home from work (she works 10 hr days.) And when we have the time and money to do the things that we think are important.
Before we were married she only had one desire, one thing that she prayed for pretty exclusively. Not that I would live long or we would be rich, but that we would be able to have great memories. I hope that she has gotten her prayer answered. I know that I have wonderful, amazing memories with her. I wouldn't trade her for anyone. She is the most passionate and compassionate person I know.
I plan on many more years of memory making with her.

Playing Dad

--- This is an old draft that I thought I would post anyway.

Fact! 97% of men with CF have infertility. Essentially it is caused by congenital absence of the vas deferens. The boys are there, they are just stuck there... no exit tunnel.

JG and I have decided that at this point we probably won't be having any children. Now before you go all crazy on me about adoption, etc, please realize that this is a decision that we did not come to lightly, and we feel inspiration from above that it is the correct choice that we have made. That said we had a pretty eventful weekend a little while ago when we took some kids with us on a road trip. We took a nephew and niece on a road trip for 3 days to visit some other family members. Their parents were having a hard time just a little ago, and split up for about a month. Luckily they are back together, but it was very stressful for the 4 and 6 year olds, because JG's schooling is on children and psycho-social she is very aware of these things and so we decided that they needed a vacation.
So for 3 days I got to play dad. It wasn't so bad. But I can see how you would get tired really easily. At one point we were on the freeway and the 6 yo got sick and we had to pull over quickly so he didn't hurl in the car. This was a not such a new experience for me, JG gets car sick all the time, but usually she can control the gag reflex.
Anyway, We enjoyed being with the kids and they were complete angels the whole time.
It will be hard not having our own, but we know that it is the right thing.

Now if we could just stop being frustrated and sad when someone else has a kid... well maybe someday.

A conversation piece...

Yes it is definitely an attention getter when a 30+ yo male is wearing a bracelet.






This is essentially what I put on my bracelet (with the names changed to protect the innocent.)

I have started wearing it. It freaked my wife out a little. She wanted to make sure I wasn't having premonitions of car accidents or anything like that. I told her no. Since I am not. But I think it hit her panic button a little.
As you know I got it for the trip to Hawaii, which I must say I am very excited for. But I also decided that it would be a great way to bring up CF with others. So far no takers, but I know that there will be some as time moves on. I see people notice it, but so far no one at my new job has the guts to ask.

So the other question to ask is, when people hear me cough, and say, "Bad Cold huh?" Does it make them think when I say, "No, I have Cystic Fibrosis".

Most people just say, ahh! And let it go. But you can bet that they think of it when they see something on the news or read it on the web. Just trying to give a face to the name.

Step 1 of the 12...

So, my wife and I are trying to decide where to go on our big vacation. Originally we had a cruise scheduled. But it looks like it will land on some bad timing for my work so we have started looking at other locations. We are looking at Fiji, Tahiti, and Hawaii, and also Washington DC. I know it seems like a strange list, but we love DC and the east coast. But I think we will end up on some small island in the South Pacific.
After some thought the other day I thought about my CF, and wondered about things like car accident, or snorkeling issue. What if I and my wife become incapacitated? If the doctors don't know that I have CF, it could be a big problem. I remembered as a kid I had a little medic ID, it had my name, my parents name and my "Problem" Cystic Fibrosis on it. I had it ever since I could remember. I quit wearing it when it became too small. Also now that I am married, I don't think it needs my parents names, but maybe my doctors name.
So I began shopping around for a medic ID. Strangely it was a little traumatic for me. I thought immediately of the 12 step AA program and realized that step 1 was my issue.
The question is, do I really want to admit that I have a problem?
As a child and a teen the bracelet only brought questions. I never was one to hide my CF. Everyone knew I had it. Since a small boy I have been speaking to people about it. I spoke to many High Schools in the area, and even a few churches about living with CF and about the things I have to do to stay alive. But the bracelet brought questions from even just acquaintances. Was I still prepared to be so honest? Could it affect future job possibilities? or other areas of my life?
Admitting that I have CF, can sometimes be hard. Some day's I want to ignore it. There is never a vacation where your lungs work perfectly. There is really only one cure for it. And that is what most of us are trying to avoid.
In the end I decided that safety was the best policy. I have purchased one from American Medical-ID. For me they had the best selection. Having one before helped, since I know that I want a stainless steele one, since they take a beating. Incidentally my tastes are very cheap. It was only about $35. I expedited the order since we could leave as early as the beginning of next month.
I think that I have decided it will be nice to have one again and to have a way to bring it up with more people. The more that know about it or someone with it, the more money it will get. That takes us closer to a second cure.
When it comes I will let you know how it is. Also I will let you know where we decide to go.

Slowly Slowing Down

So yesterday I was waterskiing and I made a hard decision. I probably won't be doing waterskiing much anymore. This is not the first time that I have limited myself, on a particular activity, but this one is particularly hard. See I have been skiing since I was very little, 7 or so. I love the water and the lakes.

A little background on my current skiing situation...
So about 2 years ago I was skiing at a particularly high point of elevation. When skiing I am going about 15-20 MPH. I realize that this doesn't seem like much, but when skipping across the water on 2 wooden planks it seems a lot faster. As I was jumping back and forth across the wakes, I dipped a ski. If you have ever skied, you know this is fatal. It only takes a split second to be back in the water. So I hit the water at 20 MPH, face first.

This activity is much more enjoyable than sinus surgery, and has about the same effect on the nose. But on this particular day I was not prepared for what followed. As I came up from under the water, which was very cold, I could not breathe. Something in the previous split second had ended breathing for me. The hit of the water knocking the wind out of me? The altitude of this particular lake - 6000 ft? The inhalation of a fair amount of lake water? Possibly the temperature at the time I was there - 70? Probably it was a combination of all these items. Now for someone who is used to not being able to breathe you don't panic much, at least I didn't. But I was very interested in getting my body out of the water. For some reason the pressure of the water on my chest makes it harder to breathe anyway. So as the boat came around, I guess they could see I was turning blue. My beautiful wife was a little worried and the driver of the boat was nearly paranoid. He being a 6' 5" 260 lb guy, basically tossed my 110 lbs soaking wet body into the front of the boat. As he approached to do rescue breathing I was starting to breathe shallow breathes again and began frantically waving my arms in front of my face to keep him from putting his mouth over mine and blowing my lungs out... uck. It was enough trauma to stop breathing I didn't need to have nightmares of another man's lips on mine. Since this first time, it has happened 3-4 times over the last few years.

Luckily yesterday I didn't actually wreck (if not wrecking you can slowly ski to a stop and float relatively gently into the water.) Well I really didn't hardly ski. I only went for about 100 yards or so. I decided in that 100 yards that it wasn't worth it anymore. My wife gets sick with fright each time I go. I have to lug around muscle enough to pull me out of the water each time I go on the boat, just in case. And as much as I love waterskiing, it just isn't worth my life, or the fights, or the stress that everyone gets from it, including me.

So another activity down the drain. I will still go to the lake, and I will still get in the water. But my skiing days are finished. Maybe if the water is bathtub warm, and at sea level I could give it a try. But until I move, that probably isn't going to happen.

So a bit of a downer, but if you still can do things, make sure you enjoy them now. I have no regrets. I skied a lot in the last 20+ years. There are other things that I like also. I will add it to "The List of Former Activities": snowboarding, skateboarding, mountain biking, and scuba diving to name a few.

Someday maybe they will be able to do transplants that work well enough to get back to these activities. Hopefully it will be in time.

The CF theme song - Is there anyone out there?

So, I am putting my first post up. Lately I have been listening to Maroon 5. A fantastically talented group that first got played by some DJ's here where I live. They have a great theme song for CF, here is the lyrics to "Harder to Breathe".
You can check out a 30 sec clip on iTunes store if you have iTunes installed.

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How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control

Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
is there anyone out there cuz its gettin harder and harder to breathe
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The way he writes is almost synonymous with how all of us have felt at sometime or another about CF... My favorite line is:
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Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
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How often do we feel that CF has the control of our lives.
So much of what we do is to calm that beast.
It definitely kills!
Some days it burns!
And most of the time it feels like it has control.
And that can be painful.

But as it says, "There's no way we're gonna give up"

World of blogging

It's not my real name, but it is my real life.