I used to get a high from such compliments, but I know it all was just a game to me. A game in which I truly was the one losing, even though for a brief moment I thought was victorious. I thought that if maybe I could hide CF from the world and do it successfully, that somehow this life stealing disease really didn't exist. But it does, and it's a part of who I am. It affects the very foundation of my life: every breath. I, myself, am still dumfounded at moments when I look in the mirror. I wonder how something from within myself could be so ruthlessly killing me, when on the outside there are so very few clues alluding to the devastation happening beneath the surface.
|My CF Lungs|