Is it real, Am I really twenty-six years old today? I was in high school when I first started consistently writing in a private journal. Sometimes, I wrote two times a day. I stayed awake past 1AM, listening to my computer keyboard tapping along with my thoughts, while everyone in the house was soundly sleeping. I had desires to begin a blog, but my teenage self esteem kept me from pursuing it.
I was at a writers block for my birthday post, and then, I thought of it. I have my grandma to thank, for stepping up the ladder, into her unbearably hot attic, to retrieve my bright green spiral notebook that reads, Life, Hope, and The Long Journey Ahead. These words were taken from one of my favorite novels, A Walk to Remember, by Nicholas Sparks. I paged through entry after entry and finally decided on the perfect post for today. Maybe you’ll find yourself smiling as much as I did.
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Living with cystic fibrosis my whole life hasn’t been an easy road traveled, that’s for sure. Today, I’m here to share a whole other set of issues I struggle with on a daily basis, as a woman living with CF. These are my honest and sincere feelings. This post was definitely challenging and even uncomfortable to write at certain points, but if I can help at least one woman, then its all worth it.
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Today is yet another big milestone in this wonderful blessed life of mine. I’m celebrating ten years of living with my transplanted kidney from my very own mother. My kidney function began slowly declining shortly before my lung transplant in two thousand seven. Doctor’s told me, it was likely I would need a kidney transplant, sometime after receiving lungs. What they didn’t know, is just how soon after I actually needed a kidney. Due to the high doses of anti-rejection medication, following my lung transplant, my kidney function quickly declined drastically and I needed dialysis right almost right away. I went to Cincinnati Children’s hospital for dialysis three times a week for three hours. A short time later, my mom went through several tests and imaging procedures. She was a perfect match! On July second two thousand seven, my life was saved for the second time. Only this time, instead of a stranger, it was my mom! After all the pain and suffering I endured for 5 years, which, seemed like a lifetime to me, I was finally free of visiting the hospital numerous times a week.
I was ecstatic when I walked into my kidney transplant clinic, for my recent appointment and saw this new bulletin board on the wall:
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