The thing about life, is exactly what the picture above says. pain demands to be felt. I’ve felt the pain in two different ways this past week. for one, we had to put down my mini Doxie because her disks in her back we’re not good at all. they started pinching her muscle in her front paw, so she couldn’t walk. we would of had to of done another surgery to fix that, but decided just to put our little angel down. it was the hardest decision, but eventually is getting easier. second, I saw the fault in our stars and balled my eyes out. it hits so close to home with CF patients it’s scary. the only thing that would be the difference, is they don’t take time out of their day to do treatments like us. anyways. my lungs aren’t doing the best right now. I’ve had about three, back to back, infections in the last two months. I was put on antibiotics, and it kicked out but came back. lucky me. another thing that has caused me pain, through my CF, would be my weight. I have a hard time eating and I have a Cypro to help my appetite and when I take it, it’s good and I eat tons. it’s just that some days I don’t bother taking my meds because I wish my body would work normal, but then I have to remember that I NEED to. but the harsh realization is when you’re young & you’re gaining three pounds every three months for doctors visits then all of a sudden you’re having a hard time gaining weight, and the doctors push a gtube on you, all at once. I wish I could say that I have the strength to get a gtube, but one thing I grew up hating, is asking or having help from anybody. I’m absolutely torn with that decision right now.