How did I get to a point in my life where I can actually thank the terminal disease that robbed me of normalcy from the moment I was born? I often wonder that myself. I remember crying on my Superman comforter at the age 9 when hours earlier I opened up the "C" volume of the encyclopedia to learn that because I was born with two lousy genes, my life was on a timer that would likely go off at least 50 years before any of my friends. I had cystic fibrosis (CF), a disease that people knew very little about except that it was a killer of hopes and dreams.

Wearing this mask made me feel sicker than I already was.
Cystic fibrosis was always in the back of my mind growing up. I was the only kid who brought his mom along during our patrol trip to Disney World. It was not because she wanted to ride "It's a Small World After All" 10 times. She disguised it that she was a chaperone but she and I knew exactly why she was there. It was because I needed postural drainage therapy everyday. That's where my parents hit my sides, front and back to loosen the phlegm in my lungs. By the way, I learned long ago not to tell my teachers that my parents hit me everyday...it kind of disqualifies my mom and dad from parents of the year consideration.
That wasn't the only thing that made me look different because of CF. I was the only kid who trudged towards the principal's office at lunch to swallow pills, a skill that most of my peers would not master for another 15 to 20 years. In hindsight, it might have been cool to tell my peers that I was getting in trouble everyday hence my visits to the principal. I could have been the bad boy because a lot of bad boys look skinny and malnourished, right?
I was the only child whose biggest worry wasn't math or social studies tests but rather pulmonary function tests which decided whether a hospital stay was in order.
As I got older and my friends were applying to colleges, I was too busy worried about biannual trips to Chapel Hill, North Carolina to visit my CF specialist. I didn't think I would be able to go to college because my parents needed to do my therapy every day. It wasn't until my sophomore year of high school and the invention of The Vest that I was able to have some hope that I could live a life of independence. It's funny that most kids at 16 consider their independence a driver's license but for me it was an 80 pound machine and a vest to help me loosen mucus in my lungs. The irony was that to be independent, a 5'6" skinny kid had to lug around an 80 pound machine when I traveled. As I worked out and got stronger after college, Hill-Rom, the makers of The Vest, was actually building lighter machines.
In college, cystic fibrosis did the unthinkable. It made me wish I wasn't here anymore. I didn't like feeling different. I tried "normalcy" by stopping my meds and my treatments but instead of feeling less different, I felt more. I couldn't walk three steps without coughing. I couldn't play sports anymore. Worse, I hated being around anyone. I was skinny, depressed and failing out of school. I was barricading myself in my room for days at a time. Life was in a word, "unlivable."
It's a quarter century since those days hibernating in my room rooting for rather than fearing for my demise. I'm here today primarily because I finally understood that CF was not "causing" anything; I was. Instead of saying CF made me feel different, I had to reword it and say "I felt different because..." I had to learn accountability for my feelings and actions. I had to change my course of action in the classroom, the gym and in the everyday world.
Today I live mostly normal. I am a husband, a father, a little league coach for both of my kids, a workout fanatic, a motivational speaker, a fundraiser, an author and a person who just happens to have a disease that is the number one killer amongst genetic disorders in the United States. Yes, I do two to three hours of therapy and take 40 to 50 pills daily and my median life expectancy is still roughly 30 years shorter than my peers but I am alive and even more importantly I want to be alive and that's a 180 degree change compared to my college days.

I never liked holding a nebulizer, but by doing it everyday, it has allowed me to hold more precious things.
I am human though and I still dread going to quarterly doctor's appointments. I still worry about the future. I still wonder why my sister lost her battle after just 16 days and I'm still entrenched in mine. People often wonder how I can be so positive (Except about my Atlanta sports teams but who can blame me, right?) about life. The thing is I'm not always positive as my family will attest. I often deal with my anxiety and depression which I've sometimes found more difficult than CF itself. Despite every battle, I've learned a lesson that most people don't learn until it's too late...
Life for the most part is "NOT" unfair. Life is what you make out of it. There are opportunities to do so many special things. I could look at having CF as a dagger that killed my normalcy before I was old enough to understand what normalcy even was or I could understand some of the special things I've been able to participate in because I was born with this disease. For a long time, I chose the former but during the second half of my life I've learned to relish the latter.

There's no way I would have been able to do this in 2001 if it hadn't been for CF.
Ironic as it sounds, cystic fibrosis has saved my life. It has taught me the importance of physical fitness, emotional accountability and the appreciation for the little things that most people with two good genes take for granted.
I'm not the same person I was back in my childhood days. Many of us aren't. The difference is that my change had to occur or I wouldn't be here today. One thing that hasn't changed since my younger days is that cystic fibrosis is still in the back of my mind at just about every moment. The difference is how I respond to its constant beckoning. It is now less a feeling of fear and more appreciation for the journey it has taken me and the destination I have been fortunate to find.
Thank you cystic fibrosis.

Wearing a mask no longer makes me feel sick.