My persecutor was cystic fibrosis. It is a death sentence, slow and suffocating. It takes every last breath you have. It may take years to claim you, but, like the hangman, it is sure. It can not be overcome.

But it can be cheated.

By slight of hands I traded failing old lungs for new. CF could keep them. They were killing me anyway. I am reborn, in body. Normal life, once fantasy, is now my reality.

Thanks again to everyone in the Lung Tx program, you know you're all my heroes.

I think I'll be here for a while,
Jonas