• One of the pulmonary doctors (Dr. G) came to see me this morning and of course I was still asleep so I had to wake up to talk to him. The result of waking up and sitting up in bed was a massive coughing fit. I guess the good side of all of that is that the doctor got to see my coughing fit in action. He asked if this was how every morning went. In between coughing I said, “yep.”  (more…)

  • Every February 1st at 3:05pm CST my phone rings….but not this year. This is one of the first firsts without mom here, already. Mom would call at the exact time I was born to tell me happy birthday, it was her thing she did.  I never thought it was weird that she didn’t call earlier in the day because I knew the call was coming.  Some years she couldn’t wait that long and would say, “sorry, I tried to wait until 3:05pm but I can’t wait anymore. Happy birthday Gert! I love you!” Gertrude has been my nickname with my mama since I was a baby. She called me “gaggy Gert” because I would projectile vomit before we got the CF diagnosis and I got on enzymes for my digestive issues. “Gaggy Gert” morphed into “Gert,” “Gertrude,” “Gertrude La Rue” and almost anything that sounded good with Gert attached to it. It was cute and all until mom would yell, “Gertrude, where are you? get over here!” across a store when I was a preteen. (more…)