Only a very small handful of people can say they've died several times in their lives. I died those several times in just a span of a few months. My mom and I like to joke about how I'm on my 25th life or whatever, but it's true. I've cheated death and illness so many times, that to say I've cheated death so many times isn't so much of a joke as I'd like it to be. It really makes me wonder what purpose in life I have to fulfill, since God is willing to work well over-time to keep me around. You'd think that I'd feel invincible by now, but in fact, it's quite the opposite. 

I know how fragile life is, simply because I've shaken hands with death so many times. I'm not afraid of death or dying, but there's so much I want to do first. I know that's cliche, but it's true. I'm really not afraid of death, but I don't want to die either. If I was, I don't think God would've chosen me to have CF in the first place. And I certainly wouldn't have a dirtbike parked in my garage either! Every second of every day and night, I'm cheating death and illness. Every breath and heartbeat is an act of defiance in my world, because if I'm gonna be honest, I really shouldn't be here today. I can't express just how blessed and glad I am to be alive.