Death is just a part of life, and while many doctors believe my expiration date is less than 24 years away, 24 is just a number. Every disabled person I've really known about and sought advice from have lived well past their "expiration date". And, so much can happen in 24 years, especially since pills that are almost cures to CF have been released in the last 5 years or so. Most honest doctors who know me well don't know my life expectancy. In fact, many of them think I'll live a normal life if I just keep doing what I'm doing. My best doctors tell me not to worry about it. Instead, put my mind towards something else, and stop looking at social media profiles of dying CFers! 

The psychologist that visits me every doctors' appointment, hasn't given me any links to any CF social media pages, and says I need to work on living rather than worrying about dying. Those pages are for sick and dying CFers. She even said to avoid most Chronic Illness social media pages too, just to be a little safer. Death isn't something I need to worry about. I should be more worried about a coyote coming into my house through the dog door to see what I'm having for lunch that day. That is way more likely to happen to me where I live, than it is for me to die from CF when I'm 41 years old or younger.

With that being said, God forbid a coyote ever gets into my house, let alone sits down across the dining table from me when I'm trying to enjoy any meal at any time of the day. God also forbid that death becomes a major thing to me before I reach the age of 70. I have my whole life ahead of me, and am certainly no typical case of Cystic Fibrosis. I have to take care of myself, but also take advantage of my health. To kill two birds with one stone, I'll gladly ride my dirtbike and get pelted by paintballs, if it means having fun while also stressing my heart and lungs out! The harder my body works, the better off I am. (Tie into life and death. The choice to live)