Happy Birthday, Mom!

Am I a CF Wife?

This last week, a friend of Blaine's added me to a Facebook group for CF Wives. It's a small group, closed, and all of the members are just that: wives of men who have Cystic Fibrosis. From the beginning, I have resisted being called a wife of a Cystic, because I am not that. I am, but, really, I am simply Blaine's wife, and I don't think there needs to be a Facebook group for being Blaine's wife. I do not feel defined by the disease. I do not think that Blaine is merely a Cystic. He is so much more. He is sunshine.

Every morning, Blaine completes his hour-long nebulizer and vest treatments while I get ready for work. In the evenings, we catch up on our internet reading or watch a show while he completes his night-time regiment. I sleep with the white noise of machines in the background. Our bedroom has a (mostly) contained tangle of cords.

I don't mind at all. It's our normal.

So, I am in this group. I have been silent for several days, reading the frequent posts but not contributing. Today, I offered a quick question about the CF clinic in Denver and was met with an overwhelmingly positive response. From people who KNOW.

I'm not wanting to hug them and sing Kumbaya, but I will probably keep reading. Because their normal is the same as my normal.

First Day of School

Thursday was the first day of school. I always try to offer my students something a little quirky because that first day is often SO boring and the students are SO miserable. My take on the first day this year? A video I made using the Talking Tom 2 app on my iPad. Super geeky. See! Technology is incredibly useful in an educational setting. :)