Raising Rare - a Column by Jennifer Chamberlain

After a particularly stressful six months, I hit a breaking point a few weeks ago. I was finding myself constantly overwhelmed by life. I still feel that way to an extent. School activities, schedule changes, and behavioral issues with my kids send me into a tailspin. Work deadlines haunt me…

In the next two weeks, my goal is to raise thousands of dollars for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. I’ll hike 17 miles and host a Pilates fundraiser to try to reach this amount. These commitments are atop my already jam-packed schedule filled with school drop-offs and pickups, after-school activities,…

Most days when I start my computer, I barely glance at my home page before shutting it down. But the other day, an article title about a “glass child” caught my eye. Something was telling me to read the article. Upon reading, I learned that the term “glass child,”…

As the dust swirled nearby, I adjusted my daughter’s mask. We were in the middle of nowhere, off-roading to a mining ghost town with no cell service. The scenery was gorgeous, yet I began to second guess my decision. Was I putting her at risk for a day of adventure?…

Recently, we went on a trip with my husband’s family to Maui, Hawaii. The trip came after a particularly stressful two months of being displaced from our home. I was looking forward to relaxing and unplugging. But I was most excited about how our daughter with cystic fibrosis (CF),…

For days after having an anatomy scan, I spent most of the time lying on the couch, crying. My eyes were so swollen I had to ice them to keep them open. We were living every parent’s worst nightmare: Our unborn baby had ultrasound abnormalities. The fear of the…

I can still remember my husband’s face when he walked through the doorway on that fateful summer day. We were awaiting his genetic carrier results during my second pregnancy. As a first responder, he never comes home early from a shift, but on that day, he was home five…

I nearly fell asleep in the bath the other night. It was after a particularly hard day with my daughter, Claire, who has cystic fibrosis (CF), and I was exhausted. The night had ended in screaming and tears once again. In the last few weeks, it feels like there’s…

My husband and I sit in the same waiting room we did years ago when our daughter, Claire, was a newborn. A similar sense of anxiety washes over me as I watch for her pulmonologist to emerge from the operating room. Claire was undergoing a bronchoscopy, a procedure to…

The day my children entered the world I felt responsible for their future path in life. As they have grown, I’ve helped them learn age-appropriate skills to hopefully enable them to be independent, successful adults. Like most parents, I teach my kids the basics, such as how to walk, use…