Hannah Buck is a 22-year-old with cystic fibrosis. She studies
creative writing and digital media at the University of Michigan,
where she also drums on trash cans and triggers her smoke detector
biweekly when burning leftover veggie burgers. To continue laughing
with (or at) Hannah while she figures out how to be an adult with CF,
visit her blog, AHealthyHan.com, or her YouTube channel, youtube.com/AHealthyHan.
We all need to stop picking our scabs. There’s something so simple and satisfying about it: carefully removing that which is crusty and dead, seeing what fleshy colors lie beneath. It’s carnal and human, albeit totally gross.
This morning, I managed to forget my yoga mat. Twice. It was 8:43 a.m. by the time I had walked the dog, readied myself, gathered my belongings, and finally locked the front…
Being in a committed, loving, long-term relationship is a distinctly intimate experience. It is the most intimate experience of humanhood many would argue. To see a person walking by and say to them, “Hey, you’re fairly…
I’ve had headaches since I was 10. Debilitating, eye-crushing, every-bone-in-my-face-feels-like-it’s-been-smashed-with-a-baseball-bat headaches. Depending on what doctor you ask, they either can or cannot be classified as migraines. (Well, depending on what doctor you ask, there’s really…
No matter how many times my parents, my friends, or my therapist insist that having cystic fibrosis is a full-time job, I can never seem to internalize the concept. When I’m healthy, walking to…
I’ve decided that I don’t want to live in poverty. Okay, so I’ve known that forever. I’m not trying to say it hit me this week while scraping peanut butter on…
Happy New Year, friends! I’ve always loved this holiday. The fresh chances, the deeply felt hope, winter snow, fruity champagne (real or not), and kisses all around. Yes, I’ve always loved this holiday…
In the three years that I’ve spent away at college, I’ve learned oodles of life-changing lessons that can only be taught by good ole Professor Experience. Freshman year, I learned that duct…
You’re about to read something I wrote two years ago. I had been diagnosed with anxiety and depression not long before then. Both left me utterly crippled, and would continue to…
“OK, I have to go, Han. I’m sorry. I love you, OK?” “I love you, too.” My boyfriend leaned down, kissed my cheek, and walked through the hospital doors. He had just pushed my wheelchair…
FOMO. Fear of missing out. Ever heard of it? I don’t have a lot of phobias. Yeah, being alone in a dark room creeps me out, but I’m not afraid of needles, heights, snakes,…