Elly Aylwin-Foster,  —

Picture the scene: You’re standing in front of a sea of faces about to present something. You’re a woman who’s 5 feet, 2 inches (OK, 5 feet, 1½ inches) tall. Oh, and several of your major organs don’t work properly. While a healthy person may…

During these last two weeks, I’ve felt the sickest I have in years. I was admitted into the hospital for a bronchoscopy, intravenous antibiotics, and continuous aminophylline infusion to counteract chest tightness. Amid the nausea, sweats, sleeplessness, pain, bruised veins from botched access attempts,…

“Alcohol gel like it’s going out of fashion.” “Giving the stink eye to the colleague who came to work with a cold.” “Hot tea with six cloves of garlic, crushed, and five rotations under a full moon.” Ask anyone with cystic fibrosis…

Last week, I introduced this column to share my experiences while working with cystic fibrosis (CF): the highs, the lows, the mid-meeting IVs — those kinds of things. In this column, I want to focus on the future; specifically, the dreams that I have…

Hello there, and welcome to my column! This is a place to talk shop. Work. Jobs. Careers. Whichever term you prefer. In the not-too-distant past, I was a wide-eyed, coffee-swilling exec with a penchant for checked trousers. I worked in a trendy digital agency in London. (Trendy enough to have…