Air of Life - a Column by Ed Jordan

Every morning used to start the same way. My late daughter, Jasmine, would shuffle into the kitchen with wild-looking hair, rub the sleep from her eyes, and ask for applesauce with cinnamon. Before she could eat, though, she’d have to do her cystic fibrosis treatment regimen, which consisted of…

During the summer of 2001, when my late daughter, Jasmine, was 9, she required a two-week hospital stay due to an acute pulmonary exacerbation — a complication of her cystic fibrosis (CF). Life was never the same after that. When I finally brought her home, the relief was…

When my late daughter, Jasmine, was 8 years old, she never wanted to miss a party. Even when her lungs felt heavy and her breath was short, she’d insist on putting on a T-shirt and jeans, ready for any adventure that awaited her. She loved birthday parties most of all…

Mornings with my daughter, Jasmine, who passed away at 27 due to cystic fibrosis, always began quietly. She would wake up before me, her hair still wild from moving around in her sleep. I would find her sitting on the edge of her bed, feet dangling, already thinking about…

I lost my daughter, Jasmine, to cystic fibrosis (CF) at age 27, but we battled and lived with this rare genetic disease since before she turned 2 years old. In 1998, when Jasmine was 6, our mornings always started early. The kitchen was never quiet for long — it…

Cystic fibrosis (CF) doesn’t take breaks, but my late daughter, Jasmine, would have none of that. Even as a child, she was a pro at fighting this rare, genetic illness. Children are so much more resilient than we realize. Her joy in life taught me not to focus only…

I suspect that many people think living with a chronic illness means that all of your days are filled with drama, such as emergencies, hospitalizations, and constant danger. But that wasn’t how it was for me and my late daughter, Jasmine, who had cystic fibrosis (CF) and passed away…

People always say kids are resilient. I used to nod politely, not really knowing what they meant. But then I had Jasmine, my daughter with cystic fibrosis, and life rewrote the definition right in front of me. At 4, she already knew her routines better than most adults.

After my late daughter, Jasmine, was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis (CF) at the age of 2, the days started to run together while we figured out a shaky rhythm. I learned the quirks of a nebulizer’s hum, the best tricks for coaxing Jasmine to take her pills — mixing crushed…

Sitting in that brightly lit hospital room, I was a bundle of nerves, anxiously waiting to hear what the doctor had to say about my young daughter, Jasmine. You know that feeling: The heart races, and a heavy pit churns in your stomach. When the doctor knocked on the door,…