CF Momma's bucket list

So this is really for me, to keep me motivated to keep on raising money and praying for a cure. To remind myself why I'm fighting. The little things and the big things I'm so looking forward to when CF= Cure Found.


CF Momma's bucket list:
Be late- Not like the five min late I usually am, but like we wake up 15 min before we're supposed to be somewhere and go all scrubby rolled out of bed. Right now we do treatments that mandate we get up early or we don't go at all.
Pack a regular suitcase for her- She gets her ginormous vest bag, Neb bag, freezer bag for cold meds and usually we can shove all the other prescriptions in her the pockets of her vest bag.
Ohh, ohh go thru airport security without having her Vest swabbed to see if it's a bomb and trying to explain to the security person what the heck it is.
To not be on a first name basis with the pharmacy, although ValMed is ah-mazing. Heck to get meds for her in one of those little paper bags instead of two big ol plastic grocery bags.
Go camping without needing an electrical outlet for her equipment. Maybe even more than one night somewhere, possibly in a tent.
To take out the basket that supposed to be used for bottle nipples. We've been using it for neb kits for the last seven years.
To not have a cabinet dedicated to her medications. I think I'll fill it with candy instead.
Not to keep a mental tab on how many enzymes she's had in a day so she doesn't go over. I'm really not a math fan.
Let her graze on food- Enzymes work for 30 min. If it's not eaten by then, then it doesn't get eaten. Well sometimes it does get eaten...just not by her.
Go swimming any time she wants! Right now there's always that fear of psudeomonias so we only go on months when she's on Tobi (a nebulized antibiotic.) Okay maybe not anytime, but any month she wants.
Tell her to get in the shower without wasting water before she gets in. Same thing with trying to make sure there's no psuedomonias in the shower head.
Hosing her down with a super soaker...again psuedo.
I'm gonna buy a spritz bottle to wet her hair in morning instead of making her back up to the sink and soaking both of us...again psuedo.
To go to the ER with Grace and possibly sit in the chairs instead of hiding out down the hospital hall in Darlene's office. No I take that back. I will still be hiding out in Darlene's office, but it will be because I'm a germ-a-phobe and not because of CF.
Fill out medical forms that ask for all current meds without needing a separate piece of paper.
Going to Fort Worth just for fun...with NO doctor's appointments.
Tell her to go to bed...that's it. Not follow it up with 'after you bring me your orange inhaler and take your miralax.'
To no longer have to think about whether there's fat or protein in foods.
Not having to ask her when she last pooped...although I have a feeling she will continue to announce it for years to come. Not to spend time discussing poop. I will not go into detail. You're welcome.
Making sappy videos and pleading for money for Make a Wish instead of Cystic Fibrosis.
Not having to explain Cystic Fibrosis.
Not having to see the look on my people's faces when I do explain it, either of pity or sheer confusion.
When asked if I have any prayer requests, actually having to think instead of always defaulting to Cystic Fibrosis.
No longer anxiously waiting for the day she asks if Cystic Fibrosis will kill her.
No longer anxiously waiting for the day Seth asks if Cystic Fibrosis will kill her.
To let go of the deep seeded fear that she will die from this disease, and there will be nothing I can do to save her.
But oh most of all I'm so looking forward to seeing her grow up and then grow old. To see her get married. To see her become a mother. I can't wait to see her first curly gray hair sticking straight up. I can't wait to see her get wrinkles. I can't wait until she talks about how she's no longer in her 20's, maybe even lies about her age, and oh I'm going to throw her the biggest, tackiest 40th birthday party.
I'm going to scream at the top my lungs for joy when we find a cure! There's a fairly good chance I'm going to pass out. I'm going to happy Snoopy dance, and oh I'm going to do the ugly cry!
Oh Lord, I can't wait for a cure.