Occasionally I share about having cystic fibrosis but I’ve never shared any of my drawings on social media so I’ve decided to do so because this one is special to me. •
The branches are in the shape of lungs, stemming from the main bronchi. The roses, not only being symbols of CF (sixty-five roses story) are also symbols of flourishing life in lungs stricken with illness. Despite the dead/dying tissues of scarred lungs from infections there is still beautiful life within each person that has CF. Our roses bloom with each battle we face and win, to live to enjoy the next day and appreciate all it has to offer. My drawing has even more meaning to me after hearing news this weekend about the passing of a wonderful woman I had the joy in getting to know during the time we were both admitted in the hospital at Duke University this summer when I had surgery on my collapsed lung, and she was recovering from a double lung transplant. •
She never gave up, always took on each challenging day with a smile, to be able to take that next breath. I strive too, to never take a moment for granted, and to enjoy the little seemingly insignificant details of our lives. As cliche as it sounds, to live, laugh, and love as much and as deeply as I can. Breathe easy now, Stacey.