When I was born I was not a lucky child. I was a weak sickly child who at the age of two was given two weeks to live. It was at that juncture my luck changed. One of my myriad of doctors knew the symptoms that I was displaying were those of cystic fibrosis. My death sentence was overnight commuted to a life of treatment for, and living with, the debilitating disease. My parents were told that I would live to a maximum of 20 years of age and that I would never father children…
