In August of 2010, we got the call from our pediatrician: “Andrew tested positive for cystic fibrosis,” she told me gently, and I imagined her kind eyes filling with concern as she heard silence on the other end. That call began a roller coaster of emotions for our family and set off a chain of…
Isn’t it Ironic?
I spent the majority of my late teens desperately trying to escape the confines of my parents and their outdated and unfair rules. I smoked like a chimney, switching to Menthols when I had a cold or the flu, because they “felt” better and “soothed” my throat. I snuck booze out of my parents liquor…