You can ask Beautiful.
Of course, that’s ridiculous. I’ve always had CF – I just didn’t behave like I should have given reality. Treatments were an option based on how I felt at the time and how effective I thought they were. At the top of the list, and the only indication in lifestyle, was my definite need for enzymes. Even those would get snuck in at a meal without people being wise about what was going on. I had accepted that if I was going to need IVs every 6-9 months, why bother with all of the time, effort, and money to go crazy with treatments that, in my mind, may or may not be as effective as I deemed to be a worthwhile treatment.
I avoided stairs on campus whenever possible. I always seemed to have an excuse to not help someone with a physical task as simple as bringing something in from the car because I didn’t want to have a spaz. I didn’t remember what a semi-deep breath was like. I didn’t pay attention to my weight because it was depressing to weigh in under 110 and I had no idea how to look “normal.” I didn’t want to exercise because I felt like I couldn’t exercise (remember the part about stairs?). I wasn’t as happy; in fact, I may have actually been a bit of a drag at times. I am the eternal optimist to the point of being annoying, but I felt even that slipping away.