Do I delicately place each step, aware of every movement I make hoping the fragile thin ice below my feet will support me? Or do I run, seeing how far I can possibly reach before I feel or hear the ground give way?
It's time to take that first step, to set out upon the frozen sheet of icy glass and see if it will hold me. The ground below me has been unsteady these past months, but each step I've taken has been coupled with an army of people and a barrage of potent antibiotics and medications hoping to stabilize and firm the ground beneath me. It has been an emotional, frustrating, and exhausting endeavor to come this far, but I am amazed and so very thankful to have weathered the journey: to be able to breathe.
Prepared to Swim
But I must do it. I must take a deep breath, step out onto the ice and have faith that it will hold me. And if not, I surely can swim.
Thank you to my wonderful CF team, the depth of my gratitude for each of you is immeasurable. Thank you to my amazing friends and family who have steadfastly supported, loved, and shown me grace through this entire journey: it means more than you will ever know. I only hope to share as much goodness as I have so graciously been shown and given. Love to you all.