Zach and I dated for the better part of seven years before we married. Thankfully, he understood my cystic fibrosis journey and, for the most part, understood what it entails. However, until you’re living beside it every day and enduring the ins and outs of caring for CF lungs, you can’t fully appreciate the workload. What he didn’t get to see when we were dating is the emotional toll that CF takes.
Doing my treatments in front of him has never been an issue. In fact, when we were teenagers, he would make special trips to see me when I was in the hospital (which was a big deal because it took more than two hours to drive to the hospital), and when we were dating, he got the “privilege” to stay overnight in the ER with me. Needless to say, I think he “got it.”