After the excitement settled, my friends all headed home but I had to pick up a medicine refill so I went to the pharmacy. Sitting alone, I was looking at the pictures we took and the gravity of the situation hit me like a brick wall. I couldn't help but start crying right there in the middle of the waiting room.
I have been a patient of the CF Clinic at NMCP since I was six years old and was admitted to the that very pediatric ward more than 20 times in the last decade before transitioning to the adult ward. While I never had to spend Christmas in the hospital, some of the absolute worst days of my life have happened in that building.