The definition of blessing that I choose to cling to when it comes to my cystic fibrosis is “a beneficial thing for which one is grateful; something that brings well-being.”
While most people on the outside looking in would consider me a martyr for thinking my potentially terminal disease is truly a blessing and chance for opportunity, my husband and family would tell you I am far from it.
Cystic fibrosis is one hundred percent a blessing.
Throughout my adolescence, teen-hood, and now adult life, I have been given more opportunities and more opened doors than I can keep a record of. I have been given an incredible platform to advocate for something I love and am passionate about. Yes, you read that correctly. I love my cystic fibrosis.