Some time in June.... Nadia graduated yesterday, and I cried--not because of the significance of the moment (it's only pre-school, and I'm not that sappy!), but because I wondered if I would see another graduation for her--if, in 13 years, she'd be alive and part of the graduating class of 2023! [Okay, that year was weird to write.] Something was way wrong with me yesterday. I mean, who loses it at a routine visit to the gyno? Of course, most people don't go to those visits planning to learn that their daughter will never have children, either. I suppose I should have known that, logically. I knew that boys with cf are sterile. By the time a person with cystic fibrosis is of realistic (out of their teens!) child-bearing age, her health is likely to have deteroriated to the point that pregnancy is out of the question--a danger to the mother, if she is physically able to get pregnant at this point (low weight causes a host of reproductive issues). I know Nadi
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