Bosco Booty Butt

Today was just another day really. I have good moments and bad. I enjoy getting out if the house to run errands but I'm not to fond of the coughing attacks I get getting in and out of the car. I'm constantly asking Matt to slow down. But I like our time together I'd take that over anything. I'm in bed really uncomfortable my tummy is unhappy and my chest is heavy and the coughing is really getting old. Only good thing is Bosco he's laying next to me right by my side almost like he knows I'm not well.

*FYI Bosco is an English Mastiff who is 18 months old and weighs over 150 lbs but doesn't know it *

The love of a dog is an amazing thing the way they feel what we are feeling and understand when we are hurt. The bond is truly remarkable and I hope everyone is able at one time to experience it.

Bosco booty is the light in my life when things get dark. He makes me feel important to him. He is my friend and my treatment buddy I always wanted a buddy to do treatments with but never thought it would be a dog like him but he is the sweetest thing and I don't mind he takes up half the couch.

Bosco Booty thanks for being my dog

We always win

I'm in pain tonight. I can't get comfortable every position i lay in my lungs ache and throb. It's a dull pain but its enough of a reminder to make me lay awake.
I have been having a hard time lately. After spending my 26th birthday in the hospital for hompotysis. I haven't felt any better. I just feel stuck in between sick and sicker. Every day varies so much that it makes this so difficult to find happiness. I just feel defeated all the time. I get so tired just from the smallest tasks that everything becomes bigger then what it really is.
Cf is one hell of a disease. It can morph and change so quickly...it has no mercy on you and especially others. It is ugly but only attacks the most beautiful people. Beautiful on the inside and out. It challenges our love and patience and our strength. But everything cf is...I'm more.
For every person who has fought the battle will tell you it's a battle after battle but no matter what the outcome is we all win with every smile and laugh we become the victorious ones never letting cf rule our world.

Just lil ol me

I have a tendency to talk to much. The quietness of a conversation makes me uneasy. I usually say to much and it's always the wrong thing to say.

I speak to fast when I should talk slow. I'm weak when I need to be strong. Fearless when I should have fear. Everything about me is inconstant with what I'm supposed to be. I smile when I should cry. And cry at my happiest moments.

The pain doesn't make me feel more alive it makes me more aware of the pain.

I'm fighting with my lungs and i'am loosing. They feel the need to rattle and roll when it's not necessary. And they seem to have collected new residents in MY lungs. Loads of mucus that likes to fly out at a whim so please be cautious when approaching me in a coughing fit. Those suckers are on a mission to escape.

My only joy this evening is bossy. He is the best cuddlier. Just him being here takes my mind off the tummy ache and nausea I'm feeling. Plus I'm not alone when he is here he is the definition of comfort.