In 1995, when I was 19 years old, I received some of the most upsetting news of my life. Dr. Carolyn Denning, the doctor who had diagnosed my brother and I with Cystic Fibrosis in 1974 and 1976 announced her retirement. While Dr. Denning was like a surrogate mother to me in her treating and care of this disease I was only starting to more fully understand, I knew that she had not only my complete trust, but also the trust of my parents in caring for the two of us.