I'm in my 30s. I have Cystic Fibrosis. No, that's not an oxymoron; I made it to my 30s WITH Cystic Fibrosis. Of course, the lung transplant at 23 helped a lot. Breathing is a gift I receive every day, every hour, every minute, every second thanks to a brave family and a generous young man who donated his healthy pink lungs to me. So take a second and recognize the breath you're taking. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I always have that.
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