I don't know why God has kept me alive and healthy for so long. I don't know why He keeps breaking the laws of science to help me out. I guess God knows my heart, and has something in my future I need to be around for. Yeah, I screw up a lot, but I keep God in my heart. I guess that's what counts. 

I can't thank God enough for what He's done for me. I have physical scars that remind me of my past every day, but I also have mental scars that show me that God is very real, while keeping me up some nights with terrible fear. I wouldn't have survived my first year of life if God didn't exist, let alone the rest of my life up until now. At my age, most CFers with genes less harsh than mine have wills written and funerals planned. Meanwhile, I was born a blue baby with almost no pulse, and the most severe type of CF in existence, yet I am extremely healthy and baffle the doctors every time I see them. My heart doctors still can't explain how I could have an open heart surgery and a valve replacement, and then grow back a new and functioning valve years later, saving me from needing more surgeries. My lung doctors still don't know why I'm so healthy, but just encourage me to keep doing what I'm doing since it's obviously working. I guess prayer is obviously working, along with my crazy wild game diet and even more insane alternative treatments. 

I still suffer like a lot of CFers do. I still get sick, and when I get sick that can drag me down really fast. I still have to take 50 pills a day and complete an hour of physical treatments everyday, not counting the exercise I do. I still have to see my pulmonary doctors (which there's like 10 of them, at least) every few months and get summoned to random blood draws. Even I still see my cardiac doctors every few years so they can study my heart for whatever reason. But, I'm glad that my hospital stays are extremely rare, and even happier to just be alive. I don't take a single day for granted, even if it was a bad day.