My 54th birthday is more than just a number — it’s a gift

My 54th birthday is more than just a number — it’s a gift

Today I turned 54. My birthday doesn’t come with a party theme or a cultural rite of passage. However, for someone with cystic fibrosis (CF) like me, it’s a quiet revolution. When I was diagnosed, the average life expectancy was 12 years old. For me, 54 isn’t just a number; it’s a testament. It stands in defiance of every prognosis printed in dusty medical journals. It’s an age I didn’t expect to see, let alone embody. For us patients my age or …