How my parents got me to take control of my health
Growing up with cystic fibrosis, or any chronic illness, requires an immense amount of responsibility at an early age. And when I was a kid, the only thing I wanted to be responsible for was the remote control so that I could watch Disney and Nickelodeon cartoons. I had my techniques for cutting short my treatment time. The vest machine I used to shake the mucus out of my lungs, had a timer on it, similar to an egg timer. If I turned it ever so slightly, I could cut off a minute or two when I was tired of...
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