It’s 3am and Pinkie is due to go on a sleepover tomorrow night to celebrate her friend’s birthday.
I have told Pinkie that we both have C.F. She has the symptoms but I have the worry so she doesn’t need to do both, between us we’ve got it covered so if she just concentrates on staying well and doing her meds, I’ve got the rest in hand. It’s a partnership that is working.
I’m a C.F mummy. I don’t have Cystic Fibrosis, my little girl does.
Our story is one of hope, of looking forward, of slapping away the crappy hand we’ve been dealt and being positive: after all I’ve got the most perfect HEALTHY child so what’s not to be happy about?