Growing up, Cystic Fibrosis was never a big part of my life. I was hospitalized a few times during my first year when I was really sick, once when I was seven, then not again until I was nineteen. I didn’t pay much attention to it other than daily treatments.
I grew up in a small town. When I say a small town, I mean an extraordinarily small town, as in, I graduated with nine people in my class – yes, it was a public school. So to say that word traveled quickly, gossip was prevalent, or everyone knew your business… was an understatement.