(Part 1 of 3) my true dating with a chronic illness story and how my boyfriend discovered the truth about my declining health.
“How’d it go last night with the new guy?” the facebook message read. It was 10 am and I was just waking up after a long night out. I glanced at the clock that warned me if I didn’t rush through treatments, I’d be late for my flight.
My treatments consisted of albuterol, pulmozyme, and an antibiotic that I inhaled through a nebulizer in attempt to open my airways and curb some of the symptoms from cystic fibrosis.keep reading