Where Do I Fit In?
Over time, my health began to decline. I was not breathing right and, no matter what the doctor gave me, I was not improving. I felt alone and I felt like something was going on with me that no one could explain. I went from specialist to specialist and, finally, I heard the doctor mention cystic fibrosis. It is a moment I will never forget - because something clicked. It felt like that was me.
I was tested genetically but my mutations were not something they’d seen before, so I was not diagnosed with CF. They did not want to treat me because I did not fit into the “normal” CF criteria and, once again, I was alone. I was scared because I felt that if I did not get any help, I was going to die.
Fighting for answers
By my early twenties, I was pale and 92 pounds. I was weak but I knew I had to fight. My sister had gotten pregnant and I knew, if I didn’t keep going, I was never going to meet this baby. I wanted to live and I wanted to see my niece grow up!
With that fire ignited in my heart, I began researching cystic fibrosis and trying to find others like me. There was! I met a wonderful person during “BreatheCon,” a virtual event held by the CF Foundation. I spoke to so many other atypical CFers and non-conventional CFers. There, I found myself. I felt safe. I knew I belonged and they welcomed me with open arms. I wasn’t afraid anymore!
Finding people who understand
I learned of a CF doctor who met with patients with rare mutations. I made an appointment and, a week later, the doctor took my labs and listened to me - really listened to me - and he did something I waited over 20 years for: he diagnosed me! I was diagnosed with CF and began my treatments right away. The relief I felt was unreal! I had answers, I had a treatment plan, and I now have a CF team who cares so much about me.
That day was the day my life was saved because I was not going to make it without the right treatment. I fought so hard just to be diagnosed, just to have answers, that to finally have it was like seeing sunshine after being trapped in the dark for so long. I can finally breathe better and I gained weight! (I'm 115 pounds!)
Never give up hope because it’s there, even if you can’t see it.
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