His fight is my fight

I met my boyfriend in college almost 2 years ago. I always wondered why he cleared his throat so often and why he would make me wait in the living room before going into his room because he had to tidy up.

Finding out my boyfriend has CF

Turns out he was hiding his vest and nebulizers, and all of his medicine. He didn’t want me to know he had CF. After about a week I had to know what he was hiding. He sat me down on his bed next to his big vest machine and told me he had cystic fibrosis and what it was. He told me he understood if I wanted to leave or if I thought he was gross.

His fight is my fight

I started to cry and just hugged him. To every girl before me that left him because of this, shame on you. He can’t help this. He didn’t choose to have this. Fast forward to 2 years later. He is the love of my life. We’re looking at apartments together. I lay with him while he does his treatments. I clean his nebulizers, I remind him to drink a glass of whole chocolate milk with his Trikafta. I love him for who he is. I could go on and on about how much I love Trikafta.

His fight is my fight, and I will not stop fighting for a cure until he doesn’t have to fight for his life every day.

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