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#MYLifeMatters: The Hours Tick By

It was 12 years ago Aron Ralston’s right arm was trapped between a canyon wall and a dislodged boulder (as portrayed in the movie, 127 Hours) off a remote cliff in Utah. Excruciating pain riddled his body, he was out of water, out of food, and forced to contemplate the reality he may never see his loved ones again.

Inspiration x 2 : An Interview with Andrea and Alyson Hoffman

Team HEAL

Earlier this year the CFLF was excited to award CF Recreation Grants to twins Andrea and Alyson Hoffman from Ohio to help them pursue their dreams of running a half marathon. Their grants went toward professional training for the marathon for themselves and their peer support people, Carlie and Wyatt.

5 Strategies That Will Stop a Temper Tantrum in its Tracks

Let's be honest, even adults have temper tantrums. I know that I do. Having Cystic Fibrosis can be overwhelming, frustrating, and downright irritating when you don't feel well. And when that lasts...for a long time.... I find myself having a temper tantrum and saying things like: "Today is stupid" or "I don't have to do anything, I'm sick..." etc etc. You get the drift. Patience wears thin and I just don't want to talk to anyone unnecessarily.

Weight Gain. The Struggle Is Real.

I know weight gain is a struggle for many of us with CF. When I was in fourth grade I had a feeding tube placed. I ended up having it for around 10 years before I had it removed. At the time, I didn’t like it. It wasn’t towards the end of my time with that tube that I was able to get past my self-consciousness of having it. However, looking back I can now say I am so grateful I had it. I know that without it I would be much sicker. I wouldn’t have the health I do now without it. And if in the future I needed one again, I may not be stoked about it, but I would do it.

I Am.

I’ve started meditating. It’s so hard.

 

My CF - Value Added

Brian in the swing

Finding silver linings is something I find myself talented at. Whenever I have suggested to parents asking for support in facing their child's life with CF that there are many reasons that I consider my cystic fibrosis as a gift in my life, I was always met with complete silence and sometimes a look like I have two heads.

Physical Fitness – Requisite for Happiness*

I had the opportunity earlier this month to represent the CFLF at the Cystic Fibrosis Research Inc. (CFRI) 28th National Cystic Fibrosis Education Conference Partners in Progress in Redwood City, CA. It was a great experience and informative conference. I made lots of connections but was especially pleased to meet a CFLF grant recipient in person. I met Anna Modlin who is now 34 years old. She received a double lung transplant in 2010.

Why I Refuse The Wheelchair

When I can’t remember how many times I’ve been in the hospital I count the scars on the insides of my arms. They’re almost like a map and with each one I can remember vividly the PICC line being placed. Which, in a lot of ways, makes me lucky because so many people with CF can no longer count the scars on their arms, or count on two hands the number of times they’ve been admitted into the hospital, because there have been too many.  There are two scars that are darker than the rest because they’re the most recent.

Sisters: Memories and Time

The President of the United States mentions Cystic Fibrosis, (CF) in the State of the Union address about how we’ve “mapped the human genome to lead a new era of medicine -- one that delivers the right treatment at the right time... In some patients with cystic fibrosis, this approach has reversed a disease once thought unstoppable.” (Barak Obama, State of the Union January 20, 2015) and my jaw literally drops. A national moment for sure and a very personal one for me - Cystic Fibrosis runs through me and my family.

#MyLifeMatters

A few nights ago, I was wrapped in a blanket, lying on top of an RV off of a scenic overlook in Utah staring up at a sky full of endless, scintillating stars.  The air was cool and crisp, delightfully tickling my lungs as they adjusted to the altitude.  A handsome man with a beautiful soul was holding my hand and pointing out Venus to the south.  Together, we were dreaming about the future.  Something that until Orkambi came, I had all but given up on. 

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