The saying has always gone “mother knows best”, and for a person with cystic fibrosis, this stays true even if that person is grown and married.
My mom was and has always been the best CF mom around. From her sacrificial time to take me to every single doctor appointment to filling pill boxes and offering to wake up in the middle of the night to change out IV’s, she has done it with a gracious heart. My mom is truly a “supermom” if there ever was one.
Throughout my entire life, my mom has always known exactly what to do when it comes to my cystic fibrosis. She often knows what’s wrong before the doctor can diagnose the blood work. She can tell what’s wrong with me just by hearing my voice or asking me “on a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling today?” I sometimes roll my eyes and laugh a little because she’s so spot on and catches things even I can’t catch about myself. She has always been my strongest advocate for my health and my happiness alike.
Growing up, she knew when to tell me to slow down without killing my sense of adventure. She knew when I was pushing myself and when I was ready to take on the world. I can remember on multiple occasions, crying with her when I was too sick to go and do the thing I had made plans so far in advance to do. And she cried with me because she so badly wanted to see me do it. I remember the MANY hard times I gave her because I wanted to just stop caring for my health and “just do me”, but she wouldn’t let me because she could see a bigger picture than I ever could.
She was and still is such a fighter for me. She prays for me, loves me, defends me, and sticks up for me when my health gets me down. It takes a special kind of mom to deal with a chronically ill child and she does it with more grace than anyone I know.
So mom, thank you for everything. You’ll never know the impact you’ve had on my life. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that you will never stop advocating and you’ll never stop fighting for me.
Happy Mother’s Day.
