Our first encounter with the disease was three decades ago through my husband's niece from a first marriage, Tracy
Corun. Born on Christmas Day, 1968, Tracy was an exceptionally loving and courageous child that struggled every day with CF.
Tracy was diagnosed at the age of 2. Her family learned to do the respiratory physical therapy (RPT) that was standard for
the time. She spent hours every day being pounded on her chest and back to expel the thick mucus accumulating in her lungs.
Colds and infections sent her to the hospital frequently.
Tracy wrote about her life in a story published in the local
paper. Here's what she had to say.
"C/F is hard to live with. Can you imagine what we have to go through to
live? (Physical therapy, a lot of coughing, getting sick easy, hospitals every six months, I.V.'s all the time in the
hospital, flu shots every year and more and more needles and shots and a whole lot more. Eight pills with meals plus more
with breakfast and supper, I take 12 pills and other medicine.) Please fight C/F."
Her mother was quoted in the
same article (Tracy's obituary) as saying:
"What she wrote tells it all ...
Maybe it will remind parents how lucky they are to have healthy children. If you are a parent of a child who has a chronic
illness, then you are twice blessed because YOU HAVE A VERY SPECIAL CHILD. Just ask any parent." (Frederick
News, June 17, 1977)
Sadly, Tracy passed away on June 15, 1977 at the age of 8, just after completing third grade.
Her life and love affected all she met and she is missed and in our thoughts often.