Well as you all may know my sister Cynthia has been ill in the hospital for 8 weeks now. Her health has improved some and luckily James & I got to bring her home yesterday. She's gained some weight, is able to walk a little now, and her lungs seem to be have improved a bit. The doctors dont understand exactly how she pulled through, but she did. Must have been divine intervention, she is very loved, and many people were praying for her. It's a miracle that she is still here.
Here's a little back story, Cynthia was diagnosed with Cystic fibriosis at the age of 9. If you dont know what CF is, its an inherited life-threatening disease involving a genetic mutation that disrupts the cystic fibrosis transmembrane regulator (CFTR) protein, resulting in poorly hydrated, thickened mucous secretions in the lungs. Meaning that it makes it hard for CF'rs to take a deep breath, among other things. Cynthia had a mild case of CF for most of her life, going to the hospital for her tune ups (what they call their 2 week hospital stays) only 2-3 times a year, up until 3-4 years ago when her disease advanced and she needed a dual lung transplant, which she got in 2005. Then it got a little bit tougher, with new lungs come new complications, other diseases, like diabetes. Now Cynthia has to take insulin shots 3 times a day, over 30 new meds, is on oxygen 24/7. When Cynthia was diagnosed with CF, she only had the life expectancy of 21 years. She's 34 years old now, she is a strong woman, and has been through more than anyone else I've ever met. I hate to see her suffer, but am thankful that she's made it this far. Like I tell her, baby steps, we'll all get through this together.