31 Days of Cystic Fibrosis

I Take a Handful of Tablets Every Time I Eat

Physio, the Necessary Evil That Saw My Gran Accused of Child Abuse

Salt Is the Cystic Fibrosis Version of Fairy Dust

Forget Five Feet Apart. People With Cystic Fibrosis Are My Family

Hospital Felt Like an Extension of Camp

“Put Your Head In a Bucket of Water Three Times & Pull It out Twice”

My Medical Team Didn’t Factor My Mum Into the Equation

People Are More Disabled by Physical Barriers or Attitudes and Assumptions Than by Bodily…

All the Signs Pointed in One Direction. Not Fit to Work

If I Wasn’t Going To Be Here for a Long Time, I Was Going To Have a Good Time

Hospital Admissions in the Early 90s

Burkholderia Cepacia Reared Its Ugly Head and Ripped Our Community in Two

Pregnancy Gave Me the Motivation To Defy the Odds

There’s No Point Having a Baby if You Can’t Be a Mother

Growing Up When Your Mum Has Cystic Fibrosis

Hemoptysis: A Fancy Word for a Lung Bleed

The Reasonably Good Health I Had Enjoyed Up to This Point Would Not Continue Forever

Disability Discrimination Was Still Alive and Well in the Noughties

One Winter Saw My Lung Function Plummet in Freefall

There’s No Point in Having a Bucket List if You Don’t Tick Things Off

The Chat You Never Want To Have With Your Doctor

I Wasn’t Losing a Battle, I Was Losing the Entire War

I Was Determined To Keep Working While on the Transplant Waitlist

The Transplant Process Requires Physical and Mental Strength