Leah had never been a normal girl since she was born she used to leave half of the time at home and the other half in the hospital being treated because a little cold got in her body. Leah Holland was a girl with Cystic Fibrosis, which is a genetic...
The strident beep of a feeder machine was the first things that I heard every morning since I'm aware. I had never had an easy life, since the first time in the morning until the last second of the day I need to be constantly taking care of my shitty lungs. I wish it could be different, but the only thing that I get thinking that kind of things are getting in a deep depression that could end with my healthy, medicated and connected to several machine's life, but the truth is that everyone would think that if they were in my place.
Let's go back in time until the moment I was born. I was born in a cold April night, everything was good, my parents were really happy with my birth, both sharing smiles and kissing me all around my body. But this cute situations changed when I started to cough really bad. Suddenly I was connected to an oxygen mask and my parents were told that I had cystic fibrosis or how we call it CF, which would make my life difficult and I would never recover from it until my lungs were replaced by a new pair of donated lungs. That donated lungs are estimated to last only five years, in which I would have a normal life, like the people of my age, and after that period of time my lungs will be as contaminated and the ones I was born with. At the age of two, I was operated for the first time. The doctors placed in my stomach a feeding tube which would help me until the day I die to have all the calories that my body needs to keep working because having CF means that I need a lot of energy to keep my organism alive, but this is not the strangest things about my body. My body has a salty taste, I have a lot of scars around my chest and stomach and my lungs keep trying to kill me producing more mucus that the ones I need, so I'm living with a pair of murderer lungs inside of me. By the time I was sixteen, I started to realize that being in that long waiting list for getting my new lungs would make wait forever.
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Okay this is the prologue of my new story... so If you like it I would please ask you to like it.
