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Day one: Diagnosis. My story is relativity typical for late 70's early 80's. My parents had no idea they each carried the defective cf gene. I have 2 older healthier brothers and a younger sister who do not have cf. I have no other cousins or relatives that have Cystic Fibrosis. At first my parents thought I was a beautiful healthy daughter, their first daughter. So you can imagine the pain and sadness when they realized something was wrong me. I began declining and getting sick every day I was alive. I couldn't hold down milk and I quickly became weak. The local doctors diagnosed me with a 'failure to thrive' My parents said I was so weak that when I would lay in my crib I cried so softly it was hard to hear.
I was rushed to the University of Utah and my parents had to keep me overnight waiting to meet with the CF clinic the next day. . . my Father feared I was too weak and sick to make it through the night so he prayed to Heavenly Father and begged him to spare my life and he promised the Lord he would he would raise me to be a good person and I would return to him worthy of the highest Kingdom. God does hear prayers and works miracles. I was diagnosed and treatment began. I had to spend some time in the hospital. My parents said when they would visit me the nurses would have my crib out in the hall which I enjoyed and I would smile and laugh my quiet, small little laugh. I think I loved the life I had been given even at that young age. My Parents truly loved me and they sacrificed so many things through out my life so I could live the most normal life I possibly could.
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