I'm young. 18 years old to be exact, but my heart and mind say otherwise.
At a younger age I was never able to understand most things that were brought upon my life. I was constantly facing new struggles that kids I was surrounded by weren’t dealing with and may never have to. I grew up surrounded by medical terms, doctors, and hospitalizations. I became familiar with medication lists so long that they consumed 3 full pages.
My whole life I have been raised through challenges, broken dreams, and learning to adapt to new lifestyles time and time again. As I began to get older and wiser I learned to accept my fate in life, I learned to face difficulties with nothing but a positive outlook, and I learned that there is no way to change your past, but there are ways to make your present and future worthwhile.
There have been times where I was not able to keep my vigorous frame of mind. In these moments I would feel myself slowly drowning in sorrow, defeat, but most of all, guilt. I felt guilty because, even though I may not have been in the best situation, I was far better off than some people in this world. These are the moments that have helped define who I am. People will hear my infectious laugh during my most difficult intervals, I will have an everlasting smile on my face when all I want to do is break down, and no matter what is going on in my life, I am always putting forth the effort into making others happy.
For me to be able to say that I am satisfied with myself, life, and all of its entities is a wondrous feeling and gift. Every day I fight the odds and live with a mad, passionate determination, which no matter what, will never be destroyed.
I’m young. 18 years old to be exact, but my heart and mind say otherwise.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Cystic Fibrosis phases of coughing spells

At first we may just be laying there,


and then all of the sudden we have a simple cough.



Of course we know that it will continue. We feel our lungs and throat being prepared.


We are forced to inhale deeply because in any instant we will not be able to breathe.


We begin coughing which leads to gasping for air.


We start hoping for it to be over because we don't know how much longer we can last without not being able to breathe. By this time our face is beet red, our whole body is aching from the intense muscle tightness, and we begin to feel faint.


After we have coughed, choked, and suffocated for several minutes we start gasping for air to catch our breath.


Our lungs burn and for the next several minutes we try to regain our composure and strength. 


And then...well...we are done and continue on with what we were doing no matter how many coughing spells we have through-out the day because to us, this is normal.

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