Never Enough

It’s with the strike of a match a blaze of emotion is sparked and dares to undermine the strong will that sets my spirit. As each candle is lit, I see an unmistakable glow flourish in the eyes of those surrounding me. I cannot help but realize the vibrant glow gleaming in their eyes is but a reflection of my own life – its vibrancy, its unpredictable nature, and its unrelenting pursuit to be a light amidst darkness. A glow that with every passing year I want nothing more than to hold onto - to be the unrelenting fire that reflects the untamable life and drive that truly burns vibrantly within every breath.

One More

My 30^th birthday was met with an unmistakable weight within my chest – an awareness of the past weeks’ uncertainties with CF, unanswered questions, and most of all, a deepening realization of what this life truly signifies and the deep gratitude I have for the people I am given the chance to love. I cannot help but think no matter the number of years I am given they will never seem like enough. If anything, the magnitude of losing it all only grows. That the fire that burns within me to truly live will never dissipate but only burn more passionately - always wanting just one more day. One more year. One more breath.

As I felt the air pour into the depths of my lungs in hopes of blowing out every last candle, I couldn’t help but be wholly grateful. I knew this moment in many ways should have never been, and in my heart I knew tomorrow would never be guaranteed. In the reflection of the candles’ glow I not only saw myself but everyone in my life who had fought selflessly and tirelessly for me to be given the chance to celebrate this day – my friends, family, selfless strangers, doctors, nurses, pharmacists, and everyone a part of my CF Care Team.

Unrelenting

As I blew each candle out, billows of their existence swirled amidst the air - a reminder of each candle’s lingering presence even after its glowing flame had been stifled. But, there were several candles that forbid to be extinguished – blown out only to vigorously reignite in an unrelenting glow. Trick candles - an innocent mistake but more perfect than ever could be realized. As the candles forbid to go out, I too forbid to let the blazing fire within me be suffocated - especially by CF. May the fire within me will only burn brighter because of it – casting a powerful glow of hope onto every beautiful breath I am given.

I held back tears as my heart filled with the deepest gratitude for this life I’ve been given, the people that ignite my soul, and every breath that renews the glowing embers within me. I will take every beautiful day, hour, moment as they are so graciously given to me - always sharing the vibrant emblazoned life that passionately burns within me. Here’s to the past 30 years and to the endless hope for 30 more. Thank you to everyone who helped make my birthday so special and for most of all, being such an influential part of what makes the fire within me burn so brightly. Love to you all. 

Let the fire that lives within you burn brightly today and every day you are given.

To Have and To Hold: Living and Loving with CF

Time, it is a gift that is unassumingly stolen from us with every breath we take. It silently turns summer into fall, moments into memories, and days into decades. We wish it away while desperately clinging to it- hoping to grip it tightly within the safety of our entangled fingers. But time is not ours to keep – it’s untamable and the very currency for which we trade to write the story of our unique and beautiful lives.

Love & CF

Eight years later I can still feel the words brushing against my lips as I said, “to have and to hold from this day forward.” Forward. If only we truly understood what “forward” would mean and how time would become the most precious thing we shared. I think back to the day of our wedding and how excited we both were to see what the future had in store for us. How nothing seemed impossible. But that excitement was forced to change into a deep silent hope - burning in place of our love’s original expectation. As we find ourselves celebrating another year together, I find myself thinking of how much our lives have changed. How much we have changed. Or, most of all, how much the realities of this life and the constraints of time have changed us.

At times, that change within us is all too apparent. Even more so, at times it is too difficult to fully acknowledge and it’s easier to merely exist within the comfortable shell of living in the moment – attempting to shield ourselves from that in which has changed us and the uncertainties of a love laden with cystic fibrosis. We dare not dream too far into the future or hope too ambitiously for the pain we might face seems unbearable because the tomorrow we wish for may not look the way we had dreamed: a future in which CF silently existed amidst our full and limitless life together.  So, we learn to survive with the life and love we’ve been given.

Survive
We survive by living in the moment: taking the days as they come for the goodness that they are. We own those moments. They are all ours and can’t be stolen from us. Within those moments lives an unspoken belief deep within both of us - a desperate wish that we are the keepers of all time and makers of each moment. It’s a way in which we cope with the realities of the life we’ve been gifted. For time is against us and threatens to unapologetically challenge the love and dreams in which we naively set our life upon all those years ago. If we live in the moment than the inevitable difficulties of the future seem impossible. Our life together feels untouchable. In that moment, all we need is what we have: each other. If we live in the moment it numbs the pains of forced changed and deafens the tick of unyielding time. In that very moment there is no sadness, disappointment, or pain- only the love we have for each other and the gratitude for this life together.

Forward
But life is meant to be lived moving forward – inhaling every beautiful breath that is gifted to us and endlessly hoping for more to share. It’s meant to be unabashedly dreamed, even if those dreams are forced to change. Even if we change. This life together might not be what we had originally envisioned together all those years ago, but the only thing that truly matters is that we’re doing this life together – writing our own unique story, loving without regret, learning to live fully in every moment we are given, and take these beautiful days as they are given to us. For today is undoubtedly the best day of our life together, as was the day before, and the day before that. Here’s to another year together and fully living and loving in each beautiful moment while believing in the beauty and hope of tomorrow. Love to you, my Marky – the one who has never questioned our life together and this ever-changing journey we are on.

Love to you all.

How has your life and love changed?

To Beautifully Belong

The greatest of human contentment is found not in the world around us but within ourselves - in a deep self-peace that is reflected within the beauty of truly knowing that we are enough just as we are. Knowing that we truly belong. Knowing that it is the very uniqueness of our journey that gives meaning to every breath we are given. 

Realizing such contentment and self-peace is a continuous journey. And at times, one that can be painful to endure and filled with adversity. We are in constant search of finding where it is we belong – questioning the beauty within every breath we are gifted. We unknowingly cling to distraction and immerse ourselves in the world’s chaos - a means in which allows us to live blindly within our own lives and avoid looking inwardly at the state of our own selves. Allowing us to numbly exist all while sacrificing our beautiful and authentically unique spirits. We cling to the stability of chaos and distraction - never able to find the place of quieted true contentment within ourselves, scared and unable to see the beauty in our own unique journeys.

A Quiet Stillness

As I sit beneath the expansive summer sky my mind wanders as it often does. There’s a sting of sadness that often surfaces when I’m left alone in such a quiet state of mind. It’s the silent side of CF. It is a plague unto my mind and heart when all is still. It appears when I am not consumed by the world’s chaos and engulfed in my own subconsciously created distractions – every minute given to something other than myself as a way to deny my own reality and cope with an ever–growing discontentment created by CF.

There’s a quiet stillness about this summer in comparison to other summers. Or, maybe I am just seeing my own reflection a bit differently in this season of life– acutely aware of time, purpose, and contentment. In such quietness lies an intense restlessness. A restlessness that is knowingly rooted in the silent side of CF and the uncertainty it perpetually stirs within the deepest parts of my being. It’s a restlessness born of stillness, the passing of time, inevitable change, and the uncontrollable circumstances of my unique journey with CF. But most of all, it’s a restlessness that disrupts my inner peace- making me question where it is I belong and the beauty of this unique journey I’ve been gifted.

Beautifully Enough

As times passes I realize more and more how different all of our journeys are. And seemingly I realize just how lonely this road less traveled can be. There’s something special in the sharing of what is familiar between people- an unspoken bond and deepness. It gives a reassuring sense of belonging and understanding. The pang of sadness comes not in living this unique journey I’ve been given with CF and all that comes with it, but it comes in knowing I will never fully share life in the same way with dear friends and family. The sadness comes when I realize that my journey will always seem so very different. So, I do my best to quiet this restlessness. Not by immersing myself amidst distracting chaos like I desperately try to do so often, but by sharing my honest self and most of all, listening. Hoping to vibrantly live and experience life not only through my own unique journey but through the beautifully different journeys of all those who fill my life.

I look to the summer sky and breathe in the warm air of my favorite season, a wash of reassuring contentment fills my quieted soul. 

Life fills my soul. 

In a brief renewing moment I am reminded that it is in our own uniqueness that we truly belong. That self-peace is found within the most honest parts of who we are – rooted in gratitude for the life we have each been given. Rooted in knowing we are beautifully enough just as we are. Rooted in the truth that it is through sharing each of our different journeys we truly live and experience the beauty in every breath. Love to you all.

Take a deep breath and look to today's summer sky. Fill your soul with the peace of knowing you are truly enough and this unique journey you've been gifted is breathtakingly beautiful. 

A Search For Words

There’s a bit of fear that inhabits every truth that makes up who we are. It’s a fear that is shared within every honest breath we give back to the world and undermines the self-assured faith we hold within ourselves. 

It inhabits a small but powerful place within each of us and is fed by self-doubt and a relentless search to find the perfect words that may bridge the gap of indifference. Such fear dwells within our inner dialogue and stems from the very core of what makes us who we are – that in which we feel makes us different. We keep silent because of the fear that we might be misunderstood or that our honesty will bare only our weakness. Silence protects our hearts while stifling the voice that threatens to expose our vulnerability.

An Ever-Changing Journey

It was a difficult decision to finally open up about my life with CF and let those I love and the world in, but I had little idea that the most difficult thing would actually be finding the adequate words to do so – to make it understandable, embraceable, yet most importantly, relatable. To not create a platform for pity but an avenue for empathy that extends far beyond myself. How can I relate a universal feeling or experience to this life I’ve been given with CF? How can I translate this ever-changing experience into words that may connect with the heart and lives of those in which I’m sharing? Not to expose this life I live but to honestly share this beautiful life I am gifted - showing that the details of each of our lives may differ but that the difficulties we face, the beautiful moments we celebrate, and love we all feel are rooted in the same breath that sustains each of us?

In this life with CF there are often more questions than I have answers to and a small but powerful inner fear silences me from voicing my own self-doubts, and the ruminating questions that stir within me. In such self-doubt and questioning I feel most vulnerable. 

“What if the right words escape me?” 

It’s something I’ve always struggled with - finding the words to translate the embodiment of CF and its effects to those I’ve entrusted to be a part of this journey whether it be the closest of loved ones or my CF Care Team. I realize there are no “right words” to accomplish such a task, only a life that exudes honesty and is built upon gratitude for every beautiful breath. Within each one of those gifted breaths is a fearful vulnerability that challenges my initial inclination to retreat within the safety of my silence and perfected façade. But I relentlessly continue to search for the right and honest words, knowing that each one ignites hopeful possibility that can only exist within the unique vulnerability that makes me truly who I am.

The Right Words

Each day we are each given a choice: to be defined by the small yet silencing fear that dwells within every breath we are gifted, forever searching for the right words. Or, we can live in a place of hope-filled vulnerability that openly gives empathy the chance to thrive – trusting that the right words will always be present within each one of us.  Love to you all.

What perfect words are you searching for?

Grownup Christmas List

[Blog post written by Mark Bonnema] 

“Well I’m all grown up now…”  Ok, I know several of my friends and family may take exception to that statement, but at the least, I’ve grown up physically. It would be a bit odd to see someone my size sitting on Santa’s lap.  The line quoted earlier is from the song "My Grownup Christmas List" and goes on to say, “I’m not a child, but my heart still can dream.” As an adult, I somehow find the restraint each year to avoid crawling up onto Santa’s lap, but I certainly resonate with the notion that my heart still can dream.

Generally speaking, our Christmas lists tend to get a bit more abstract and immaterial as we grow older.  Time with family and friends, relief for those who are hurting, happiness, peace, and a host of other positive emotional states are among the things on our grownup list of Christmas wishes.

I am thrilled and overjoyed that within the CF community, many persons and families living with CF have received their Christmas wish this year! Advances in drug therapies and treatments at the genetic level, such as Kalydeco, and Orkambi are allowing some people with CF who have specific genetic mutations to live with a greatly reduced symptom burden. Breathing is easier, the threat of lung infection is decreased, lung function is increased, and life is improved! It may not come with a bow or ribbon, but these developments in treatment certainly have been a wish fulfilled for many people living with CF this Christmas.  

But not everyone is eligible for the new breakthrough drugs because they do not have the specific genetic mutation that the drugs treat. These people living with CF continue to hope and wish for a cure or definitive treatment this Christmas. They continue to hope and wish that the next drug breakthrough will treat their genetic mutation, giving them improvements in quality and quantity of life. Some are even left hoping and wishing that the next breakthrough will come before it is too late.  This is my grownup Christmas wish. I long with all my heart for Ashley and so many others also living with CF to experience symptom free living, to be able to breathe long and free and deep.

Sometimes wishes come true. Sometimes great and beautiful things happen to fulfill our adult Christmas wishes.  More often than not, however, it seems we are forced to recycle the same wishes year after year, as progress ebbs and flows, with fruition lying always just out of reach. Should we give up on wishing? Be "more realistic," or temper our hopes so as to avoid the disappointment of unrealized dreams? Certainly not.

I think that the ability to wish and hope is great gift in and of itself. Wishing keeps us looking forward, it allows our imaginations run wild, chasing an image of a better and more beautiful future. That which we allow ourselves to imagine, we can work together to build and achieve.  

So I’m all grown up now, but I’m certainly not done wishing and dreaming. My wish this Christmas is for a cure for all persons living with cystic fibrosis. Thank you to everyone else out there who shares this wish with me and continues to work so very hard each every day to help this wish come true…  we will keep wishing and working until CF stands for Cure Found!

What are you wishing for this Christmas?     

Give something special and memorable to someone you love. Donate any amount to the nonprofit Breathe Bravely in honor of someone and get a personal message sent to them from Ashley. How?

Step 1. Donate at www.breathebravely.org/donate

Step 2. Send Ashley an email at breathe.bravely@gmail.com with donor and recipient information.