Last summer I went through a period of time when I could not stay hydrated. It was pretty tough – dehydration is no laughing matter. There’s vomiting, dizziness, exhaustion and really just a desire to do nothing at all. The summer was hot, and like any normal kid (I still like to consider myself a...
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If I took my shirt off, unfortunately you wouldn’t see a chiseled movie star’s body. I’m not really looking like the guys from 300 these days. Rather, you would see scars from plenty of stitches or procedures, a lean figure, and a hole in my stomach with a white thing sticking out of it. That...
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I often get asked why I find it so easy to tell someone new about my cystic fibrosis. The first thing I say in response is that it actually really isn’t the easiest thing in the whole world, it is just easier tell someone about it up front rather than keeping a giant secret. When...
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I spent the past couple days in Northern Kentucky and Ohio, more specifically, the Cincinnati area, where I was born and lived for the first few years of my life. I hardly have the right to call myself a Kentuckian since I’ve called Long Island home for so long, but I did live there in...
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It is hard to put into words what my parents have done for not only me, but also the cystic fibrosis community as a whole. As the story goes, my dad wanted to get involved in CF fundraising well before I was even born. He and my mom were at an awards dinner and Frank...
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