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Real 65 : Dreaming Pink and Blue

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis. 
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories

At the root of every life are dreams unique to the person who holds them. Much of our lives may follow a similar path but the details that compose them are what make the journey truly unique to its dreamer. But sometimes those dreams are littered with obstacles beyond our control. It's a true privilege to share Trini's story with you today. Most of all, however, it's a privilege to share her dreams with you and how she has not allowed her a life, which could possibly be seen by others as one filled with undeniable obstacles - one being cystic fibrosis. 

"I feel like every decision I have made in my life has prepared me for my diagnosis of Cystic Fibrosis. Obviously I didn’t know that I had this disease for the first 29 years of my life, but I feel like I was prompted to make the decisions that I have to keep myself healthy.

At a young age I was introduced to the world of sickness, but it wasn’t me that was sick. My older sister had “asthma” and was in and out of the hospital with breathing problems. She was on multiple medications and she also was on breathing treatments. I was familiar with the hospital, breathing treatments and antibiotics. When she was 29 years old she was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis.

I was a really lucky kid and I hardly got sick. When I was 13 I started getting sinus infections frequently and ended up getting sinus surgery due to the buildup of mucus in my sinus cavities. When I was 14 I had my right fallopian tube removed due to a paratubal cyst; who knows if that was related to my unknown cystic fibrosis. I started swim team in 8th grade and continued to swim all through high school, as I look back now this was the best exercise I could have been doing for my lungs and my sinuses. I was diagnosed at the age of 16 with “exercise induced asthma” because I was constantly coughing up junk during swim practice and swim meets. In my early 20’s I don’t remember getting sick very often except for my struggle with fertility. I had labs drawn, a Hysterosalpingogram (HSG), went on fertility medications, had a second tubal surgery, and finally went to a fertility clinic to start the In-vitro fertilization (IVF) process.

I have always wanted to be a mother, it has been my goal in life, and I have dreamed about having a big family. I was very lucky and got pregnant on my first IVF cycle, with twins nonetheless. My husband and I were so excited. When I started to relax about my pregnancy I started to have complications. I started contracting at 19 weeks, then we lost our little Corbin at 24 weeks. We were devastated. We continued to have complications with bleeding, and more contracting and then at my 29 week appointment our living son's heart rate had dropped way below normal. I was checked in to the hospital and then ended up delivering our son 12 weeks early with an emergency cesarean section. 2 years later we tried getting pregnant again through IVF and got pregnant but miscarried 8 weeks later. After this miscarriage I didn’t want to try to get pregnant again  without getting everything checked out. We found a great high risk pregnancy center and went in for genetic counseling. My older sister had just been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis 2 years before and they decided to screen me for the same genetic markers that she had. August 19th 2015 I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. I would say that starting from the years we were  trying to conceive until this diagnosis were some of the most emotional years of my life. With fertility treatments, miscarriages, burying a child, doctors appointments and then being diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis; it has surely been an emotional rollercoaster.

Last summer we were approached by my beautiful sister in law, she offered to get implanted and carry our child. I didn’t want to give up on my body and we decided we would implant one embryo in my sister in law and one in me. We are both 26 weeks pregnant and are so excited to complete this journey. I am working closely with my OB, high risk doctors, and my CF team to make sure that the baby and I stay healthy and complete the pregnancy with a healthy baby. Now, my pregnancy hasn’t been the easiest; I bled through the first 18 weeks, started contracting at 20 weeks, and I am on multiple medications. The important thing to remember is that you can’t change what you're given in life but you can control how you look at the challenges you are given. Don’t give up. If there is something in your life that you want, there is a way to get it, or accomplish it. Just because you have Cystic Fibrosis that doesn’t mean anything. Focus on what you can change and what you can do to make life easier, keep yourself healthy and get what you want!

Keep Dreaming! "
 

 - About Today's Contributor - 

Trini is a passionate mom, nurse, writer, and relentless dreamer. To follow her journey of dreaming and becoming a mom go to her blog, Dreaming Pink and Blue.

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real 65 : Project CF Spouse

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis. 
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories. 

The impact of CF extends far beyond the individual whom is diagnosed with the disease. CF transforms not only a single person but an entire community of friends, family, loved-ones, and spouses. And with a complex disease that can be so incredibly isolating, it's more important than ever to connect and find support in each other. And that is just what Megan Barker is doing. It is with great excitement we share today's guest post written by a stunning example of what it means to love and live as the spouse of someone with CF. People like Megan are making our CF community stronger and more tenacious through a project she founded called "Project CF Spouse." It's a great honor to share her story:

"I think it was around the second or third admission my husband had after we started dating, that I realized that my friends didn’t quite grasp the realities of dating someone with CF.  Questions like “He’s in the hospital AGAIN?” were asked multiple times.  It was hard for me.  I didn’t want to burden him with my fears, as I knew he had his own with each admission and sickness.  I had made lots of friends in the CF Community, mostly parents to kiddos with CF, but not any other spouses.  I really wanted to find someone who I could vent my fears and frustrations to who understood them. 

After a search on the Internet one day, I came across a blog owned by a CF Wife!  I was elated!!  After messaging back and forth, Amanda and I became fast friends!  Shortly after connecting with her, I was given the names of another CF couple by a friend.  I reached out to Kayse and much like with Amanda, a friendship formed fast!!  That’s one thing that I have really seen with the CF community, we are very close!!

I began to connect with other wives and decided to make a group on Faceboook that could serve as a support group for all of us!  It was a great place to ask questions, vent frustrations or just have support from someone who understood.  The group grew and grew!!! It was great!  What started with about four ladies, had grown to over one hundred members!  Each of us were at different places with our journeys with CF and eventually emotions divided the group and it was dissolved. 

After being a part of that group, I saw how important it was to have others who related to the CF Spouse-world.  I spent a lot of time talking with others to see what the most important part of that original group had been and from there, began to lay the groundwork for what would become Project CF Spouse.  In late 2016, Project CF Spouse, a non-profit organization, was established. 

I wanted to be able to take the experiences gained from the amazing women I had met along my journey and grow that into an organization that was designed to provide education and resources, in addition to the support that was so valuable.  I knew that there were lots of new people starting their journeys with their CF spouse (thanks to invaluable research and medications) and I wanted us seasoned spouses to be beacons of hope for them! 

There is so much that I see this organization being able to do!  Our amazing Board has put together some great goals for us and I look forward to working to bring those to fruition as well as continuing to look for ways to use this organization to help anyone who needs it!"

 

"Project CF Spouse is a nonprofit dedicated to educating and supporting spouses of people with CF. The Impact Grant will be used to grow the 150-person group, which started on Facebook, into an organization that will provide educational resources and access to other spouses and people with CF." - Cystic Fibrosis Foundation from "Impact Grant Awardees" Please visit Project CF Spouse on Facebook for more information and to join. 

 

- About Today's Contributor - 

Megan Barker is the Founder of Project CF Spouse! Her husband, Ty, has CF and he is her hero! He was diagnosed when he was 11 after having lots of respiratory issues. He just turned 39!! They have twin little boys who keep them hopping! Megan is a respiratory therapist, which is very handy when you are married to someone with CF!

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real 65 : A Love Story

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis. 
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories. 


CF and Love - it's a complicated, complex, and at times an incredibly heartbreaking journey. But, it also is what makes every breath all the sweeter and so very meaningful. It infuses hope into the past, present, and future.

Today, we are sharing a moving and honest post written by Jessica Bean from her personal blog on Health from the Heart. Jessica, a tenacious woman with CF from Australia, poignantly shares the impact CF has on a relationship, on thinking about the future, on what a life-saving therapy means, and on living with fervent hope. Please enjoy her powerful words.

Orkambi: A Love Story (Part 1) by Jessica Bean

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real 65 : A Testament to Love

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis. 
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories. 

The complexity of CF extends far beyond the sticky mucus that fills the lungs, pancreas insufficiency, and skin dusted with salt- it's felt within every emotion, relationship, and mood. Living with CF can be both mentally and physically exhausting and that can often times come out upon friends and family. Today's guest post by Chrystal is an honest and real portrayal of the struggles of living with CF and the impact it can have on those closest to her. It also is a great testament to love and always finding gratitude for those who are willing to share in the journey of living with CF. 

"It's happened again.  I'm at the end of a long day of family activities and the exhaustion crept up on me...until it pounced suddenly and I snapped.  I think any mom can relate.  The three year old wants to play dress up with jewelry and I'm too tired to sit up straight.  Let alone see straight to fix the tiny clasp of a necklace.  She doesn't understand why I'm short with her.  She tries though.  She'll ask if I need a therapy, or she'll put her little hand on my chest and close her eyes for a few seconds.  And then announce that I'm all better.  So cute.  

There's a part of me that hates that she has to know I'm sick.  When I'm struggling to breathe or when it hurts to inhale deeply, she watches me closely and seems to understand.  Maybe it's a gift I'm giving her, the gift of empathy.  Of seeing another person in pain and stopping what you're doing so that you can sit and be with them.  

Then there's my husband.  What a saint!  When CF literally takes my breath away and I need a therapy immediately, I can get pretty testy with anyone who gets in my way.  It just feels so urgent, the need to breathe.  And it is urgent.  But I've found there's a difference between what's urgent and what's important.  In the big picture, my need to breathe is not any more important than his need to feel appreciated.  

Even though it means sacrificing his needs at that moment, he consistently does whatever i need so that I can get my therapy done.   I find cf to be a task master at these times, my lungs demanding the relief that comes with airway clearance. So uncompromising, and potentially so hard on a marriage where compromise is essential. My dear husband will postpone his plans if our little girl isn't in the mood to sit through one of mommy's therapies.  They will leave the house so I can focus and do my best therapy possible.

What tears me up is when I catch myself snapping at him because, even though he's sacrificing his plans for the evening, I think he's not moving fast enough.  I forget his very important, though seemingly not urgent, needs.  In my haze of breathlessness I overlook the fact that he needs to hear an encouraging word from me.  A grateful word.  A long, heartfelt embrace.  Those things speak to him and meet his needs.  Even though, in the moment of exhaustion, I feel like I barely have the energy to breathe through my last therapy of the day.  Especially then, I need to pause, look him in the eye, and tell him how much he means to me.  How I couldn't do it without him.  That I like his sense of humor.  That I like him, period.

When we were dating, I told him I might not live long enough to celebrate any meaningful anniversaries.  Like a 10 year anniversary.  My thought was perhaps he would want to choose a different spouse that he could more likely grow old with.  His response, which I'll never forget, was "I don't care if I only get you till you're 30 or 40 or 50.  I want you."  Wow.  So sweet.  He is still the sweetest man I've ever met.  And the most forgiving.  

There are no guarantees in life, and I've learned that first hand.  I thought it was guaranteed that I wouldn't make it to 40 years old.  I thought I would never have a child of my own.  And I thought I could never respect and adore Lucas more than I did when we were dating.  But I find my admiration growing with every selfless act of my faithful husband.  Thank you, Lucas!"

- About Today's Contributor - 

Chrystal is a 42 year old with CF.  She has her degree in elementary education with a minor in family ministry. Her passion is her family: husband of 17 years, Lucas, and three year old daughter, Hadassah Joy.  In her free time, Chrystal enjoys rough housing with her dogs, playing at parks with her daughter, and discovering new restaurants to enjoy with her husband. Read Chrystal's other contribution to Breathe 3-65 - Chrystal & Lucy

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real Gratitude 65 : Brotherly Love

The month of November on Breathe 3-65 is dedicated to GRATITUDE. Today we are grateful for each brother, sister, and friend impacted by CF. For their endless hope, drive, and unwavering support we are so very grateful.
 

CF doesn't just impact a single person in a family, it impacts every person and part of a family. Today's post is a meaningful entry written by brother, Steve Sveom, in honor of his sister, Chyrstal, who has cystic fibrosis. Read his heartfelt words that genuinely reflect the strength and awe he admires in his sister!

 

Brother Love

"Chrystal Marie is my little sister, but in many ways, I feel like I look up to her. We spent alot of time together growing up, and apart from the manual back percussions that I would help my dad with on her back, Chrystal was just as active as most every other kid on the block. This was before internet, so we played outside alot. We lived in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, and many afternoons were spent playing at the park and then heading to the beach for a swim. I did not think of Chrystal as anything less than my little sister. Chrystal and I went to high school at the same school, and even though I was a little older, and spent alot of time screwing around and playing sports, I tried my best to be a good big brother. Chrystal had many friends in school, and people were, and still are, drawn to her inner strength and outspoken spirit.

After she met and married Lucas, things were a little different, just like they are for all of us after high school and college. Chrystal and Lucas had a life to build together,  and they intended to live it to the fullest. Chrystal has had to focus more on her health during much of that time, but thankfully, with Lucas' help and encouragement, and also the amazing medical advances in therapy machines and medications, they have been happily married for almost twenty years. Their lives have been blessed beyond words with the birth of their daughter, Hadassah Joy, in May of 2013.

Chrystal has always been an inspiration to me. I see her strong will to fight, and to live each day to the fullest boldly. Her faith and her family, Lucas, Hadassah and many other family and friends, all look at Chrystal as a person who has learned to live free of the bonds that CF would want to restrain her to. Chrystal has chosen to live and breathe boldly, 365. I love my sister very much, and I am proud to be her little, um, big brother!"

 

Written and submitted by Steve Sveom.

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real Gratitude 65 : What Would It Mean?

The month of November on Breathe 3-65 is dedicated to GRATITUDE. Today we are grateful for all the moms and dads who show endless amounts of tenacity and strength in the fight against CF. For their endless hope, drive, and unwavering support we are so very grateful.


Today's guest entry is written by a mother that embodies what it means to be strong, tenacious, and hopeful. Billie is the mother of two brave and energetic girls who have CF. Billie, like all other parents, wishes for nothing more than a cure for her beautiful girls. What would a cure to CF mean to Billie? Read her powerful words in today's Real 65. 

What Would It Mean?

"Rylie came home from kindergarten last week and told me that a kid at school punched her during lunch. A rocket list of questions ensued from my mouth - who? when? has it happened before? did you tell someone? On this particular occasion, by “punch” our occasionally overly dramatic 5 year old meant “accidentally elbowed”.

Nonetheless, that feeling I had when I first thought she might be the target of a bully was familiar. It’s one of the rubber bands in this massive ball of emotions that comes from parenting daughters who deal with the everyday challenges of a rare, genetic disease. I’ve never crossed paths with such an unfair and unrelenting bully as I have with cystic fibrosis.

    It’s the kind that makes my kindergartner go to the back of the line every day at lunch.

    The kind that sprays stuff up my 3 year old’s nose.

    The kind that seeks to shake my daughters every day, with no exception.

And, like most bullies, there are feelings of helplessness. I can work with her school, but I can not change the fact that the pills are necessary. I can teach her how to do her treatments and medications for herself, but sprays up the nose and shaking for hours and inhaling medicine and swallowing dozens of pills is never going to be enjoyable. Bullies like to take control, and so that becomes our mission. To slowly and carefully and intentionally give our daughters a little more say in the how and the when of their treatments and medications. The bully is still going to make them shake and they might feel beat up at times, but giving them the tools they need to take ownership of their disease is currently our best method of defense.

A cure for cystic fibrosis would mean to one day be able to make a call and the bullying stops, to fill a prescription and the bullying stops, to drive to an appointment and it stops. I wouldn’t have to to send her to school wondering if the bully would be particularly mean that day. None of this lurking around on healthy days, looking for a weak moment to strike. No more changing plans or missing out or feeling embarrassed. The bully wouldn’t be waiting at home, or at school, or on vacation or at grandma’s.

    The bully would be gone.

    That’s what a cure would mean to me."

 

 

 

-    About Today's Contributor   - 


Billie, along with her husband Ryan, are tireless advocates for their girls and the CF community. To follow Alexa and Rylie's journey with CF and read more of Billie's powerful words follow her blog "2 Sisters 1 Cure."

Disclaimer: The writings and postings of Breathe 3-65 are a reflection of the personal opinions, experiences, and knowledge of the contributing author. Breathe Bravely is not liable for the statements and personal opinions shared. The material of Breathe 3-65 is provided with the best intention and great care is taken to share information from credible sources. However, the content shared on this blog is not medical advice and is not under any condition a substitute for the medical advice provided by your medical providers. Please consult your care team before making any changes or additions to your current CF treatment plan.

Real 65 : A Never-ending Love

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis.
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories. 

 

It is a great honor to share today's Real 65 with each of you. It is an honest portrayal of the heartbreaking impact of cystic fibrosis while a beautiful reflection of a person who touched so many lives and continues to. Jessica was an incredible woman with a special zest for life. Her husband, Heybo, reminds us all how precious time is with those we love, how quickly life can change, and the merciless truths of CF. Here is Jessica's story told through the life-changing words of her husband, Heybo:

"Cystic Fibrosis is the illness that took the life of my wife, Jessica. I was married to a wonderful women for 16 years and we were together for 19. I don’t know everything about CF, but I have a good idea about what it is and how it affects the lives of those who love someone with CF. I feel sadness now that “Jay” is gone. I think back to when we met, the times we had together full of smiles and laughter.

When I met Jessica she was lively and outgoing. I knew I had to get to know her. I thought to myself, “here is a woman who stands 5ft 4inches tall full of energy. It is going to be tough keeping up with her.” As the years passed, the more I fell in love with her. Man I miss her.

Jessica shared stories with me about her years growing up. Stories about her surgeries to have some of her intestines removed as a baby because of digestive problems and her parents being told she would be lucky to see the age of 2. I wanted to know everything about her. Through everything she went though the only thing that came to my mind was wondering how she does it- the IVs, portacaths, and surgeries. I thought, “how does someone go through getting poked with needles and being in the hospital so much and still have a bubbly attitude?” One thing I learned is if you tell her she can’t, she will to prove you wrong. A lesson I learned through the years. I came to see what she went through.

We were married in 1999. I began to learn everything I could about her CF, the medications she was taking, the treatments, how often she needed to do treatments, everything I needed to know to be her spokesperson. My knowledge became critical during her final weeks. She shared with me her desires about her health care, what and how she wanted to be cared for while in the hospital if she wasn’t able to speak for herself. We made the best partners.

I will never meet anyone so loving and willing again. For the last 15 years or so of her life we traveled a lot. She loved to live life and not being cooped up. One thing she always said was, “I’m not going to let CF ruin my life.” And she didn’t. I think we both knew that she was slowing down a bit, but she would never tell you. She taught me a lot in our 19years together. So much I couldn’t begin to explain. She loved to go to Arizona and visit family. She always dreamed of the day she could go without her treatments, or at least a weekend without doing them. This dream was never realized.

We would go to Arizona for the winter, for a couple of weeks or even a month. She was very tired of the cold, so we went for the whole winter this year with a trip back home only for Christmas. In February things started to take a turn for the worse. Jay was getting more short of breath. One Saturday morning she woke up with a fever. We waited till Monday to see if she could kick it. She was even worse on Monday so we went to a walk in clinic and she was told she had the flu.

As the days went on she could hardly walk without stopping to catch her breath. We went to the emergency room in Arizona. “Jay” was hurting badly. We decided to leave and head back home where she could see her doctor. I packed as she sat and watched, every breath she took hurt. I drove and she would try to sleep, not with any success. Every rest stop we stopped at I would carry her to the door of the restroom and then back to the pickup. The pain I felt, not from carrying her, but the sadness I felt from helplessness. Watching her tore me apart. We made it passed Denver and she looked at me and said “I can’t breathe!” We came upon Ft. Morgan, CO and an exit for a hospital. I immediately stopped. She was scared, and so was I. They put her out, the last she was able to talk with me for a couple of weeks. After consulting with a doctor, he said she needed to be flown to Sioux Falls. She was taken to the airport and flown to Sioux Falls. I had to drive the 12 hours with our baby, Sedona, a 15-month-old MaltiPoo. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t show a lot of emotion, but when I got in my pickup I cried. It was the longest and saddest drive I have ever done and when I finally arrived to Sioux Falls and saw all the tubes coming out of her I lost it. There was my best friend, lying there and I couldn’t do a damn thing. I couldn’t protect her anymore and it tore me apart. Jay was in the critical care unit.

The first week went by, everyday was tough, touch and go. Her mom and I had to sit down and talk about everything. One thing I should say is Jay was very close to her mom and I would of never make decisions without her. That first week was really tough. Jay was heavily sedated and her kidneys were not working. She was hooked up to a dialysis machine. All I could do was watch. After getting through some terrifying moments, in the middle of week two she made a comeback. They slowly took her off of sedation and she was awake! She couldn’t talk but if she mouthed slowly you could catch most of what she was saying. The end of week two they moved her to acute care. We were even allowed to bring her baby, Sedona, to see her. They started physical therapy and it wore her out but she kept going because that is who she was. She hated defeat. She was smiling, laughing and asking all kinds of questions – her typical self. She was doing great. She still had ups and downs but we all believed she was doing great and making progress.

Then just like that, my whole world fell apart. The doctor told me her blood pressure and heart- rate were dropping. If she crashed they could bring her back but there was nothing more they could do for her. I had to decide if it was time to let her go in peace. I cried. And cried. And cried. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. There was nothing more that could be done for Jay. I did what I never wanted to do: I took her off of the crash list. Which meant if she crashed they would not revive her. By this time I was so numb I didn’t know what I was doing. I was just walking around in a daze. Her body was shutting down and they couldn’t stop it. The decision was made to stop the ventilator.

So on March 18, 2016 my wife of 16 years passed away. There are days I feel lost, but I dig deep to find strength. And what I find is her.

Jay was one of the most fearless people, someone who loved to smile and laugh, who lived her life everyday like it was the last. She taught me a lot. She is the one who she saved me. She taught me how to love, how to have fun, and how to listen to what she had to say (of course, she was always right). That’s the type of women I married. I love you Jay. Always have and always will. "

Please keep Heybo, Jessica's family, and all those who loved her in your continued thoughts. The beauty of Jessica's life will continue to live on through all those she touched. 

 

 

 

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Real 65 : A Mother's Embrace

Real 65 is a segment of Breathe 3-65 that is dedicated to entries and interviews sharing honest and personal experiences of living with, treating, and loving someone with Cystic Fibrosis.
It is a place for all those impacted to share their stories.

 

The most powerful force against CF is a mother's love. 

Jill, empassioned CF mom Jennica, beautiful and brave 6 yr old with CF

Jill, empassioned CF mom
Jennica, beautiful and brave 6 yr old with CF

 

 

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