Bradley was a dramatic kid. I’d sit up in bed at night, unable to lie down because it made me…
Articles by Brad Dell
“You need space at the table for five wheelchairs?” The waitress’s eyes…
It’s been almost three years since a port-a-cath infection nearly killed me. A fungal infection invaded my bloodstream and…
I was fully deaf, too weak to walk across my living room (I couldn’t reach my upstairs bedroom anymore),…
The night I received my first Hill-Rom Vest — at age 5 — was a fun one. It was…
There’s a rattle in my chest when I inhale. I sweat and dig my nails into my palm. I feel…
A dad at the church I attend came up to me and said his newborn daughter had been…
Heard enough about “Five Feet Apart” yet? I know you’re begging to read just one more piece about…
Note: I do not write on behalf of the entire CF community. No one does. This is…
I shoulda seen it coming. (That’s what I always say in hindsight, once it hits.) Maybe I shoulda…