There is only one thing I am sure of, and that is that none of us really knows what the "right" thing to do is. The right thing is different for everyone. For me, even though the sweat tests never diagnosed cf, my parents and doctors knew it was something bad and that my life expectancy was not going to be normal, and they were honest with me from early childhood. I remember wondering in my junior year in high school what the point of doing well was if I was just going to die soon anyway. Fortunately for me, somewhere deep inside me lived a little voice that said something along the lines of "yeah, that's one way to look at it, but another way to look at it is why not make whatever time you have here count for something. Instead of worrying about what you're going to get OUT of life, why don't you focus on what you're going to put INTO it." That became my guiding voice. I've lived a full, enriching life. I've given a lot, and I've gotten even more in return. I'm 54 years old now. Who ever would have guessed? Certainly not my parents, definitely not my doctors. I've had many bad times, a few near death experiences. I've been very stubborn and very lucky. But I am poignantly aware that death could happen at any moment. So I try to do what LisaV's husband said - live each day as if it's both the last AND the first of many more. Also, I am a great fan of the pity parties. Woe is me, this isn't fair, it's just too much. All of that's true. But pity parties need a time limit. I've learned to limit mine to ten minutes at a setting. Go full out and wallow in the pity. Then it's time to put away the streamers and balloons and go on about the beautiful business of living. At least for as long as you can.
Debi
54 w/cf
Debi
54 w/cf