Recap: About Me Part I

So since I just celebrated my transplant anniversary and have so many new followers....I thought I would post some of my first original posts about me (with a little editing).
So..here it goes: About Me Part I.

I was born in February of 1985. I have 1 brother, who is 2 years younger, who DOES NOT have CF. I have 2 wonderful and loving parents and a very supportive family.
I was diagnosed with CF shortly after birth. I had an intestinal blockage at birth, which was the 1st indication I might have CF. I was able to live a fairly normal life until the age of about 7. At that time, I began doing CF therapies and added some additional medications. I also went in the hospital for the 1st time for a CF "tune-up." For those of you who don't know, CF patients go in the hospital for "tune-ups" where they receive IV abx (antibiotics) to help give them a boost and to feel better. CF patients have frequent lung infections, so these "tune-ups" help to halt the infections and/or make them less severe when they do happen. I was then able to wait another 3 years, until the age of 10, before I had to go back in the hospital. I've always attended a public school, and was able to have a fairly normal every day routine and life like any other kids at that time. I danced when I was little and in preschool! I started gymnastics when I was 5 years old and continued until I was 11, in the 5th grade! I LOVED gymnastics, and would have continued it if it wasn't for the g-tube placement.

At the age of 10, my CF started to get progressively worse. Hospital visits were more frequent and I was having trouble keeping up with day-to-day things, especially physical activity and weight gain. In the 5th grade, I went in the hospital about 3 times that year. I also got a feeding tube to help with gaining weight and nutrition. From about the 5th-grade until the 8th grade, hospitalizations were about every 3 or 4 months and things really started to go down hill. Beginning in 5th grade, I started wearing oxygen at night, which greatly limited slumber parties, etc., with friends. Nevertheless, I still attended a public school and was part of many school organizations including the Honor Society, advanced classes, etc. Until about the 8th grade, I never told any of my friends I had CF. They just thought I got sick frequently. My family and I were and still are very strong in our faith of Jesus Christ, which makes these situations so much easier to handle and endure. In the 8th grade, things began to change dramatically.

In January of 1998, I went in the hospital for a what was supposed to be 10-day tune up. During this stay, I "caught" the flu (yes...in the hospital), which made my health take a huge turn the wrong way. I spent 5 1/2 weeks in the hospital that time (which included my b'day and Valentines' Day). The decision was also made for me to get evaluated for a lung transplant. I had just turned 13 at this time. This was a huge shock for me and something I did NOT want to do. But I didn't have a choice and my parents made my decisions for me. In spring of that year, I traveled to St. Louis Children's Hospital to be evaluated for a double-lung transplant.

To be continued.....