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¨Faces of Cystic Fibrosis¨ - Kyle Monk
Cystic Fibrosis is a genetic disease that includes progressive damage to the respiratory system and chronic digestive system problems. Airway clearance techniques and nebulizers are treatments that help people with cystic fibrosis stay healthy and breathe easier. Nebulizers break down medication into a mist, and allows a patient to inhale the medication through a face mask or mouthpiece.
Some quotes from children photographed in the series:
¨My nebulizer is a machine that turns my liquid medications into a mist so that when I breathe in while wearing the nebulizer mask the medication can go deep into my lungs.¨
¨It’s like a disease where you have to take pills whenever you eat and you have to do your breaking and shaking every morning and every night. Then you have to do this nose stuff to wash out your nose and that’s all. It’s really easy.¨
¨I was ten-and-a-half when the doctor walked into the exam room and told my mom and I the devastating news. My mom was sad and trying not to cry - we both knew about this disease because a relative died at the age of twenty-two. I asked the docter if I was going to die and he said ¨It’s possible…¨ The doctor told me that I would have to use a machine called the VEST every day for the rest of my life to break up the mucus in my lungs.¨
(Source: kylemonk.com, via letswakeupworld)
A Photographer Started A Photo Project To Show That Women With Cystic Fibrosis Are Gorgeous
I love this so much.
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my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.
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What is the saddest word in English?
Almost.
why?
I was almost good for him. He was almost in love with me. We almost made it.