Showing posts with label Spotlight Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spotlight Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Dad Life- This is my dream...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Confessions of a Cyster

I wanted to share with you a new blog to the CF community that I am very much enjoying. Stacey has quite a way with words and her posts (and pictures) are quite entertaining. She recently started a series detailing certain segments of her life and it's amazing how many of our experiences overlap. I encourage you to stop by her blog, become a follower and say hello.

Growing Up with CF in the 70's and 80's...

1977 ~ 1981

I'm not sure where to begin, so I'm going to begin at the beginning. I was a sick, sick little girl. I spent most of the second year of my life in the hospital. No answers were ever given to my parents about why I ALWAYS had pneumonia. My problem was that I was of normal weight. I couldn't possible have Cystic Fibrosis, because I was not failure to thrive. Therefore, they refused to even give me a sweat test. Back in 1977 you either had CF or you didn't. They didn't speak of variations in severity and symptoms. My digestion was adequate, so I must not have had the disease.

The medical team must have thought my mother was either crazy or a b%*ch.After a year of hospitalizations, she refused to take me home until someone found out what was wrong with her little girl. Thus, started many years of my mother being my #1 advocate! They finally caved and gave me a sweat test. They were shocked to discover that my sweat test levels were through the roof. I had Cystic Fibrosis. When I improved they referred me to an allergist for ongoing care (what was that about???) and sent us on our way. They gave my mother the facts, which were that I maybe had 10 more years of life ahead of me. Years filled with 2 hours of rigorous treatments each day, many pills, medical appointments, worry, anxiety, grief... I don't remember a time in my life where I didn't know that my life was going to be shorter than most others. My mother was very honest with me, which I appreciate now.

For those who don't know, CF is a progressive and terminal disease that effects the lungs and digestive system. For me, the digestive symptoms are very mild. I do get repeated lung infections. Each infection causes scarring in the lungs. The scarred areas of the lung no longer function, resulting in the need for a lung transplant. In the 1970's, when I was diagnosed, the life expectancy was 12 years. By the time I was 12, it had improved to 21 years. When I was 21 years old, it increased to 32 years. With recent medical advances and more frequent lung transplantation, about 50% of us are living to see the age of 37... I'm hoping I can keep staying ahead of the trends!

From what I remember, my parents divorced soon after my diagnosis. I think my mother grieved about my diagnosis, while my father felt an enormous amount of guilt. As a genetic disease, CF is passed to a child through the parents genes. I think my father felt somewhat responsile for his little girl being brought into this world with a death sentence. I have since discussed this period of time with both of my parents. I have let them know how much I admire the sacrifices they made to keep me alive. The sacrifices were MANY. I let them know that I have never once blamed them for my CF. I actually feel like my life may not have as much meaning if I didn't have this disease. Don't get me wrong...I HATE CF...I just sometimes can appreciate the opportunities and insight that this reality has provided me.

Many of my early memories revolve around treatments or hospitals.
  • I remember being locked in a glass box and screaming my head off. I think I was about 3 or 4 years old. I could see my father, but couldn't understand why he wouldn't rescue me. I remember the look in his eyes...the look of helplessness. It was very hot and I think they were trying to make me sweat. This was not the box they put you in for PFT's. I think it was an archaic way of doing sweat tests???
  • I remember my mother once bringing my nebulizer to pre-school and showing my teachers how to use it. I was sooooo humiliated!!! I remember hiding behind a book shelf in the classroom. I was NOT going to get a treatment in front of all of my little friends. The horror!!! Was my mother trying to ruin my social life or something???
  • I remember recovering from my sinus surgery when I was 5 years old. I was in a room with a little girl who got hit by a Greyhound bus. Her parents never visited. She cried out in pain all day and night. My mother ended up sitting with her as much as she sat with me. That was my first glimpse of suffering and the kindness of my mother.
  • I certainly remember the hour in the morning and hour at night of clapping treatments that I had every single day growing up!!! Not because of being "beaten" to keep my lungs clear, but becuase of the HORRIBLE television my mother made me watch during my treatments. I think I saw every single episode of Pete Rose's morning baseball program...seriously!!! What was with that stupid chicken??? I also had to sit through every Cleveland sports disaster...baseball, basketball, football...I mean seriously!!! I got a little break when my father did my treatment with a little bit of Solid Gold, Hee Haw and Donnie & Marie...whew!

So let's summarize...

1) My first few years of childhood were not quite as carefree as I would have liked.

2) My parents were/are my heroes!

3) I am not my disease, but my disease has helped shape who I am.

4) Advice for CF momma's out there ~ let your child watch what they want on TV during treatments or they may hold it against you forever!!!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

"That's Some Cold You Got There"

I pulled this blog with permission from CysticLife as it was one of my favorite that I have read in a while. I've actually featured Lauren's work on here before as she is a VERY talented young cyster in whom I have a GREAT deal of respect for. She has spunk, soul and a never quit attitude that will always put a smile on your face. Please visit her blog here and check out some of her other fantastic writings.


Question-Askers

With CF, coughing becomes almost as natural as breathing. You don't realize how normal it is to you and to the people who know you until you are around someone who doesn't know you. The most common person for me is someone like a new professor, a hair-dresser, or a new colleague. Usually people I just meet will comment “That is some cold you got there.” They'll usually ask if I'd like a cough drop or a glass of water. Though inside I'm saying, “Yeah right, I could only wish a cough drop would help,” I usually just accept the water to be polite. That sort of comment is completely innocent given the context, given that they know nothing about me, in fact, I wouldn't think anything of it if I DID have a cold. Usually to those people (until I get to know them better) I just respond something along the lines of, "yeah I have a lung thing... I'm usually coughing a lot I wouldn't worry about it." Or if it is someone who I won't ever see again, I use “I'm just getting over a cold” “Its allergies” “The air is dry in here” or whatever else comes to mind.


It is rare, however, that someone is so bold to ask about my cough in a way that doesn't assume I'm sick with something common and/or contagious. The other day, a person I had recently met asked ( & not at all rudely), “Hey what's that cough you got there, Lauren” because (as she explained) she is attuned to coughs since both she and her daughter have bad cases of asthma. Since she was so polite about it, I told her I have a lung condition called cystic fibrosis and though it is for the most part under control, I still have a persistent cough. She apologized for being “nosey” but she didn't have to. I told her I'd prefer if people would just ask. I give her credit for asking instead of assuming.

I never have minded telling anyone about my CF because i've never had a problem with anyone treating me differently because of it. I believe I should be truthful instead of allowing people to assume. That is not to say, however, that when I meet someone new I say, “Hi, I'm Lauren. I have CF.” But if they are so interested to ask, I will gladly tell them and answer any questions they have. If more people did this (about ANYTHING) I think a lot more people would be all the more informed and all the less ignorant. People should ask more questions to learn about other walks of life, other points of view, and other ways of looking at things.

I'll never forget when I asked one of my hall-mates this year how the tattoo she just got was meaningful to her. Her eyes lit up and she said, “Ya know, no one has asked me that yet” and went on to explain how “words, words, words” was a line from shakespeare and how it explains her outlook on life, how so much more could be solved if people just used their words and communicated more effectively. That has stuck with me, and if I hadn't asked, I wouldn't have been able to see the valuable message that she was trying to convey.

There are certain times when your own morals should tell you when asking questions is “nosey” and when asking questions is helpful. If there is something that you are unfamiliar with,you should try your best to learn about it. I'll use the example of someone's religion. If you just met someone who was Islamic and you didn't know anything about their religion, would you ask about it? The people who you ask these questions to are usually un-offended as long you are polite about it. Just put yourself in their shoes, would you be offended if someone asked you about your religion? In fact, a lot of problems in this country would be solved if some uninformed people asked a Muslim about their God and about their beliefs (for example)... they would be surprised how many of the same beliefs they shared. Use good judgement when being a question-asker though. Instead of assuming and saying “You're Muslim, you must not mind suicide bombers,” ask “Could you tell me more about your religion?” or “What kinds of things does the Koran teach or tell?” You may learn that suicide bombers are extremists and hardly represent the majority of the population, or that Muslims have some mighty fine morals.

So ask a vegetarian what made them decide to refrain from meat, ask someone who has lost weight how they did it, ask someone where they got such a cute shirt, ask someone who disagrees with you why they feel that way. I'm not saying to butt into everyone's business whenever possible though. There are certain times when question asking is not appropriate. For example: asking about someone's private personal life or asking questions for the sake of gossip. Questions should be asked in order for knowledge to be attained. And the more we learn from asking questions, the better off we'll all be. So here's to the question-askers, the answer-seekers, the knowledge-absorbers. I know the person who asked me about my cough is a good person because she dared to learn about someone else's situation. I hope that the next time she hears about a Great Strides Walk or even meets someone else with a cough like mine, she remembers how meaningful it was for her to ask.

I encourage you to stop by Lauren's blog today and give her a little shout-out. I want to make sure that she knows her work is very much appreciated!! Thank you SO MUCH for all of your positive contributions to this community cyster!!!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

An Important Purchase!!!

Mandi and I made two of the most important purchases of our young lives a couple of days ago. Any one want to guess what it is? I'll give you some clues:

- We wanted to get to know our neighborhood a little better
- We needed another way to exercise
- We love the beach
- It brought us back to our younger years

Any guesses? Well, if you didn't see the pictures I attached first and you had some guesses, please feel free to let me know what you were thinking.

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Beach Cruisers!!! That's right, we bought some bikes that make it feel as if we're cruising along the beach. If you guys are interested in picking yourself up some of these tasty little treats let me give you a piece of advice...shop Target or Walmart. Bike shops charge a FORTUNE for these metal frames of goodness. At the big box stores you can snag one for around 100 bucks.




So far Mandi and I have cruised different parts of our neighborhood a couple of times and used our bikes to go and get the mail everyday. I mean, walking to the mailbox is so 2009 right?? Yesterday we stepped it up a notch and decided to ride our bikes to dinner. One thing I love about our new neighborhood is that we're about 1.5 miles away from all of the action. Seriously, you name it, and it's 1.5 miles away. Super Target, Super Walmart, Home Depot, Old Navy, Hobby Lobby, Sports Chalet, Chipotle, Jamba Juice, McDonalds, Olive Garden, Red Lobster, Hi-Health and about 50 other stores, restaurants and banks that I'm forgetting or don't know the name to.

So last night we road our cruisers up to Native New Yorker which is a pizza and wing joint with franchises in Arizona and Texas. We took full advantage of their "after 8:30 half off of appetizers" special and went to town. It was nice to get out of the house for a bit and just relax with my wife :) Anyway, after devouring cheese sticks, fried zucchini, boneless wings and loaded steak fries, we hopped back on our bikes and headed home. It feels SO good to be cruising around on summer nights in Arizona. It's still a little hot, but you feel cool air beating against your body while riding the bike.



We look forward to other adventures on our bikes VERY soon....and we can't thank you enough Grammy for giving us the dough to make this purchase. Love ya!!!!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Great Story About a (CF) Nurse

Great story about fellow cyster who living the dream!!

Covenant nurse has cystic fibrosis, but lives a regular life


When babies aren't gaining weight or have pneumonia, their parents don't usually think of a rare genetic disorder.

For one in every 3,500 white infants, though, these symptoms might signal cystic fibrosis, an inherited disorder that makes mucus in the body become thick and sticky.

A Lubbock cystic fibrosis awareness walk is set for 8:30 a.m. May 15 at Lubbock Christian University, 5601 19th St.

Patients with cystic fibrosis have respiratory secretions that are much thicker and dryer that normal, said Adaobi Kanu, an associate professor of pediatrics at Texas Tech Health Sciences Center and a specialist in pulmonology.

While rare in children of other races, about 1,000 white children are born with cystic fibrosis each year, according to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. Boys and girls are equally affected, the foundations reports.

While thicker mucus might sound trivial, it's anything but, local experts said.

The glue-like substance causes sinus infections, pneumonia and infections that cause inflammation and permanent lung damage, Kanu said.

The median life span for those with cystic fibrosis is 37, Kanu said. But new treatments are making it possible for people to live into their 40s and longer, WebMD reports.

According to Kanu, the thick mucus can obstruct the pancreas, preventing enzymes that break down food from entering the intestine and doing their job.

"Many individuals have difficulty gaining weight," she said.

That's how Erin Simpson, a Lubbock nurse, was first diagnosed.

"At 10 months old, I quit gaining weight," Simpson said. "At a year, I started losing a pound a week."

A positive test for cystic fibrosis surprised doctors, since Simpson didn't have respiratory signs.

She didn't have breathing problems until she was 18, she said, which is extremely rare for cystic fibrosis patients.

While Simpson, 24, has a mild form of the disease - she's only had two emergency stays in a hospital compared to dozens for many patients - she spends hours each day managing the symptoms.

There is no cure for cystic fibrosis, Kanu said. Patients are prescribed a combination of mucus-thinning drugs and exercises.

Simpson spends 90 minutes each day doing chest therapy, a technique that allows her to loosen the sticky mucus. She aids the regimen with inhaled medicines, and takes about 20 pills a day to break down her food and control infections, she said.

Simpson has a normal life expectancy, doctors have told her. She completed her bachelor's degree in nursing at West Texas A&M and has worked as a labor and delivery nurse at Covenant Women and Children's Hospital since 2008.

It's an accomplishment not everyone supported, she said.

"I had a professor tell me he didn't think I could do it," she said.

She still faces hurdles - like having healthy children.

In cystic fibrosis, two changes in the gene - one from the mother and one from the father - cause the sticky mucus.

Simpson would like her future spouse to be tested, she said.

"To pass it on to a child, knowing there's a high chance, that would be hard to do," she said. "I might decide to adopt."

But most babies born with cystic fibrosis come from parents who carry the gene, but do not know it. About one in 30 people carry a mutation, according to the Emory University's Department of Genetics.

Kanu said new therapies will help babies born with the disease.

"Some medications in phase 2 and 3 (clinical) studies have been shown to alter the expression of the abnormal protein," she said.

"There is also research with gene therapy, but I believe that's years away from being available."

The awareness walk set for May 15 will raise money toward finding a cure and supporting local families, Kanu said. For more information, call (214) 871-2222 or visit www.cff.org/great_strides.

Original article can be found at http://www.lubbockonline.com/stories/050510/fea_633622567.shtml

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Dreams Come True

Kameren Kuhn's dream to swim with ocean animals becomes a reality

Eight-year-old Kameren Kuhn loves swimming and aquatic animals.

His wish to combine the two turned into a once-in-a-lifetime adventure for his family thanks to the Make-A-Wish Foundation of Illinois.

"It was just so awesome," said Kameren, who was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis at the age of 1.

The foundation provided an all-expenses-paid vacation last month for Kameren and his family -- his parents Wendy and Rob, brother Kyle and sister Kaylee -- to the Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island in the Bahamas.

"To have all of Kameren's wishes, all the things he loves to do all wrapped up within one trip was really a gift," Wendy Kuhn said. "It was really a wonderful experience, something I know he's going to remember for his entire life."

While at Atlantis, the Kuhns swam with the dolphins and sea lions.

"The dolphins you got to kiss and hug," Kameren said. "We had like a 500-pound sea lion that came up and kicked you, knocked you over. I liked the sea lions."

The resort's indoor water park featured "humongous" slides including one through a shark tank that Kameren couldn't wait to try.

"It's not the sharks you're afraid of. It's going straight down. You go so fast," Kameren said. "I'm not even scared of sharks."

Not much seems to scare Kameren who loves to play sports, ride his bike and says math is his favorite subject in his third grade classroom at Greenfield Elementary School.

He's even matter-of-fact about his disease.

"Cystic fibrosis is when your lungs don't work as well as other people's," he said, but "I usually forget about it."

So does the rest of the family -- to a point.

"We don't let his disease rule our life," Wendy Kuhn said. "We know it's there. We take care of it. It's certainly at the forefront of every day, but it doesn't determine who our family is."

Anyone who looks at Kameren now would never know anything is wrong with him, but from his birth, he was sick a lot, she said, and the family couldn't find out what was wrong. When he was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, "it felt like I was kicked in the stomach ... but it was a blessing we found out. The sooner you know, the sooner you can treat them," she said.

A compression therapy vest that Kameren wears every day helps clear his lungs and prevent the lung infections common in CF patients.

Staying active also helps Kameren's health.

"My husband and I made a decision early on that if we were going to do something, he was going to too. We didn't say you can't (do something) because of this," Wendy Kuhn said. "A lot of parents with CF worry about them being too active, but the more active they are, the healthier they are. Running, jumping are therapy."

And Kameren plays an important role in monitoring his disease.

"He knows his limitations. He knows when he's starting to get sick. For 8 years old, he's very in tune with his body. It's sad that at 8 he should be, but it's a good thing for us," Kuhn said.

"When he was little, he told us one day that he knew God chose him out of our kids because he was the one who could handle it. It was really profound for a little boy to say that ... but it doesn't bother him. He has a different attitude. He makes it so easy for us."


Full article at http://www.whig.com/story/news/make-a-wish-041110

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Piper Is Stealing the Show!!!

**I wanted to re-post this blog in honor of my good friend Piper who is still waiting to receive a lung transplant. In the past week, she has had two false alarms yet waits patiently with a smile on her face. Stay strong cyster!!**

I realize that I spot-lighted (is that a word?) Piper's blog last Sunday, but she wrote another Pulitzer prize winning piece this week that couldn't be passed up. I'll just get to her post and spare you any more words from me, it's that good:

Notice of Separation

Dear Cystic Fibrosis:

It's hard to believe that it was just a little over 28 years ago when you and I took our vows together. Of course, I'd be lying if I said I remember any part of the ceremony, but I imagine I looked small and beautiful (if a little sick and underweight) in my infant hospital gown. You, I'm sure, looked much the same as ever, hidden as you were in my tiny little genes -- 28 years and you haven't changed a bit, though I wonder if that's much of a compliment for a couple of fixed mutations. Either way: you were there and I was there, and at 6 weeks old I took a vow to live with you as best as I could, through all your wild mood swings and reckless flare-ups, despite your unpredictable nature and frankly very bad temper (you could totally use some anger management classes, just fyi); for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

I guess I didn't know at that time that you'd been courting me in secret for quite some time -- 9 months and 6 weeks to be exact about it all. We were young then, and even the experienced adults around us couldn't recognize the signs of our burgeoning relationship. Isn't that always how it goes though? You don't know how deep you're in it until your hands and feet are stuck in the tar and no amount of prying or tearing or punching will tear you loose -- you're just stuck with that tar baby and that's the end of it. And then I guess we're all just left to do the only thing we ever know HOW to do, which is to make a life out of it all.

And live we did! Hey, CF, we had some good times, right? More good than bad, actually, when you care to tally it all up. I mean sure, you tend to get all worked up for no apparent reason sometimes, and you do have a way of trying to make our lives all about you (like that little attention-hogging infection back in 2007? Um, yeah, SO uncalled for!), but by and large you and I have made a life together that far exceeded anyone's expectations. We've traveled, gone to school, pursued random dreams, had relationships, lost relationships, fought battles, and done pretty much everything we've set out to do over the years, to be perfectly honest. I wouldn't say you were always my favorite companion on that road, but I have to give credit where credit is due: you definitely don't have any problem with commitment.

Nope, CF, I don't hate you, honestly. I need to say that, and I'm willing to put it in writing. Granted, you might have trouble believing me, and probably for good reason. I admit I wouldn't be too hot to trust someone who spent hours plotting ways to raise money for a foundation working to wipe me off the face of the earth. It probably doesn't leave you with the best taste in your mouth, but then again, you're directly responsible for all that goo I coughed up this morning, and that didn't taste too good either. And anyway it's all true: I don't hate you, because you've pushed me to be more than I probably could have been without you, because you've brought my family closer together and forced us to realize what we mean to each other, because you've given me SUCH cool slang language (cystic, cyster, fibro), because you gave me countless funny hospital stories (no, I do not have fibrocystic disease of the breasts, thanks very much) and taught me more medical words than most residents know, because you've made me part of a fabulous community of people, and because you are, for all your flaws, a part of me now. You are literally all I know, and for that I find it difficult to let go.

Let go. Um yeah, kind of. See, the point is, CF, that while you haven't changed too much over these past 28 years, I have. I've lived and I've laughed and I've coughed and I've read some really good novels (and, let's face it, a whole lot of NOT so good novels) and, well, I've come to a kind of startling conclusion: I would be better off without you.

No, wait, before you freak out, I don't mean ALL of you (although if I could have that option I have to say I think I'd take it), but I do mean the biggest part of you. The part that has taken up residence in my lungs and insists on throwing raucous parties every few weeks or so, despite the fact that I keep telling you it's just not compatible with my lifestyle. Yep, that part. I'm sorry, but it, and you, has just got to go.

So I'm making plans to get a separation, and I hope it doesn't come as too much of a shock that I'm pretty far along in the process. I'd offer to find you good representation, but to be honest the judgment has already come down. You're out, I'm in, and hopefully some new lungs will help me move on with my life in a way I never could when you were with me. I'm sorry (sort of), but this is just the way things have to be.

If it makes you feel any better, I know I'll always bear with me the scars of our relationship: of all the times we fought and struggled and everything you taught me about myself. Physical scars, sure, but more than that also. And of course I know I won't be rid of you completely (though you can be sure I'm not going to give up trying to knock you out altogether -- no hard feelings, surely), but I'm hopeful that the part of you that remains will be less cumbersome and attention-hungry, and frankly just less annoying.

I know things might not be perfect when you're (sort of) gone. I accept that, and I'm okay with it. Right now, all I know is it's time for you and me to (kind of) part ways. So here's my official notice -- consider yourself served:

Listed for Transplant
NY Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center
August, 2009

Yours always (or at least until something better comes along),
Piper


Seriously? That was brilliant. She is such an amazing writer and a creative thinker to boot! Please please please please please go by her blog and give her some love! I want her to continue writing the type of pieces that just make you shake your head and go, "wow, that was great".

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ronnie and Mandi in the Arizona Desert

A sure fire way to be spotlighted on Sunday is to write a blog about the love Mandi and I share for each other. From The Unknown Cystic.

Ronnie and Mandi in the Arizona Desert

I really enjoy reading about, and watching video of, Ronnie and Mandi. I like following their exploits in the Arizona desert, watching them singing rock songs while driving and eating romantic dinners at the hospital, making the best of every moment.

Interestingly, I discovered today that cystic fibrosis has very little to do with why I enjoy the adventures of Ronnie and Mandi.

Yes, cystic fibrosis is a terrible disease that I hate to my core and obviously plays a role in their lives. However, like a flower that grows alone on a rocky hillside, CF can also defy logic and conditions and blossom a courage of love unlike any other. And it is love, not cf, that makes Ronnie and his heroine such a compelling story to witness.

Their actions and joy in the face of a mighty wind exemplify what is best about youth and humanity – no matter what life throws at you, being together with the person you love, if only for a moment in time, can overcome the most insidious of enemies. These two crazy kids embrace the storm and reach out to others, telling them, together we are stronger.

So, today, I sit ignoring my work. Instead, I take a moment to admire Ronnie and Mandi and every other cf couple who has said “no” to fear and “yes” to the here and now, and who has treated life like a juicy orange and squeezed every breath and drop out of it. And, I’m grateful for 24 years with my wife.

I thank Ronnie and Mandi for sharing their story. I wish them a lifetime together and humbly pass on this Springsteen verse, as it has served me well over the years:

We made a promise we swore we’d always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter’s night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Spotlight Sunday- Public Service Announcement

Today I wanted to highlight one of the more entertaining and well written Cystic Fibrosis blogs out there. The title of the blog is A Matter of Life and Breath and was created by a spunky, smart and hip NYC lawyer named Piper, who just happens to have CF. The way she writes will draw you in right away and keep you coming back for more. This particular post that I'm highlighting was called "Public Service Announcement" and was Piper's way of letting off a little steam during the Swine Flu epidemic. Many of us CFers have the same problem, we cough (A LOT) in public. When there is an epidemic such as H1N1 virus going around, you would never believe all of the stares that we get. I've had MULTIPLE times that people at the gym would move away from me to "get away from the sick guy". I encourage you to go by Piper's blog and check out a bunch of her posts- it will keep you entertained for quite a while. With out further ado:

Public Service Announcement

Good news New York: I don't have swine flu!

That's right, there are, in fact, people who cough in daily life who are not currently infected with some deadly farm animal virus. I know that's hard to believe right now, but please take a moment to pause from your hysteria and realize that among all you "normal" people lives a whole slew of "coughers" - from asthmatics to CFers to, I dunno, people who just swallowed some milk wrong or something.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not offended when you jump in fright at my well-covered and (relatively) discreet public coughing fits. (The "relatively" there is b/c BELIEVE ME, if I was willing to really let them out these coughing sprees would seriously rock your world.) I'm not at all surprised or insulted when you just happen to feel the urge to switch checkout lines at Whole Foods or subway cars on the 2 train right after I give you a glimpse of my cysticness. I don't even particularly mind when you warn your child, rather loudly in my opinion, not to pet my dog because "the lady is sick and her doggy might have ugly germs." (That's right: "ugly germs." I assume this does not refer to germs that might actually make someone ugly, but then again what do I know?)

Nope, I get all that. As so many of you seem to have noticed, I myself am a "sick" person. And as a sick person, I get the urge to protect oneself and one's family from nasty pig bugs (or even "ugly" bugs, for that matter). In fact, if I hear YOU coughing, I'm also likely to try and put a little distance between us. The difference being that I'll most likely go out of my way to be discreet and polite about it, but then again maybe that's only because glaring at strangers doesn't seem to be a natural part of my personality.

But again, just to put your mind at ease, and in case you didn't hear me the first time: I DO NOT HAVE SWINE FLU. Or even human flu. And if I did I would know it, because I spend more time in the doctor's office in about a month than you probably do in an entire year. And if I for some reason did start running symptoms of the flu, I would stay home. Not just now, when the dreaded porker prognosis is sweeping the nation, but everyday. It's just how I was raised.

So rest assured. True, the cause of my cough is about a million times more fatal than swine flu and receives far less national attention, but you can't catch it. And that's all that really matters, right?

So do you guys know what she's talking about? Have any experience with this? Let me hear your "death stare" stories...

...and go give Piper some love!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Discovery May Lead To New Cystic Fibrosis Treatments

PR Log (Press Release)Mar 11, 2010 – Discovery may lead to new cystic fibrosis treatments

A new discovery may give hope to the thousands of cystic fibrosis sufferers around the world.

According to a research team from the University of California, San Diego School of Medicine, they have identified a defective signalling pathway which increases the severity of cystic fibrosis, a condition which affects one in 2,400 people in the UK, and of which four per cent of the population are carriers.

In the report, published in the February 14th edition of the journal Nature Medicine, lead investigator Dr Gregory Harmon and study supervisor Dr Christopher Glass, professor of cellular and molecular medicine at the facility, say that the discovery may be able to significantly reduce symptoms in sufferers.

The specialists revealed that defective signalling for a protein called the peroxisome proliferator-activated receptor-y (PPAR-y) accounts for a portion of disease symptoms in cystic fibrosis, and that the correction of the defective pathway reduces symptoms of the disease in mice.

Dr Harmon pointed out that cystic fibrosis results from a genetic mutation in a membrane pore that facilitates the transport of chloride and bicarbonate electrolytes from inside the cell to the spaces outside the cell.

He added: "Loss of the cystic fibrosis pore channel results in inflammation and mucus accumulation. It also results in dehydration of the cell surfaces that make up the lining spaces inside the lungs and other affected organs, such as the intestinal tract."

Dr Harmon revealed that the fact a drug may be able to activate bicarbonate transport without affecting chloride transport is what could result in an improvement in the disease.

"The finding of the reduced PPAR-y activating prostaglandin in cystic fibrosis is exciting since it could serve as a marker to identify which patients might benefit from treatment," the expert concluded.

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