On To School....

So I was homeschooled in my early years. For kindergarten, a bunch of people who homeschooled their kids got together and formed a school. After that year though, they stopped it and everyone went back to just schooling their kids at home. I was homeschooled for grades 1-3. In 4th grade, I began attending the local private, Christian school. They had decided to start an elementary school (the high school already existed). My mom started teaching 1st grade there and I started there in the 4th grade the same year. I attended this school until I graduated in 2009. One thing I remember very clearly from my time there is when I was in 5th grade.....

It was September 11, 2001. School had started not too much earlier. The school secretary came in and pulled our teacher our of the room. She came back and told a student or two that their parents were coming to pick them up. A little while later, we got word that a couple more students were going to be going home as well. Our teacher wouldn't tell us what was going on. The morning went on and we all finally convinced our teacher to tell us what was going on. She said something to the effect of, "Our country was attacked. Terrorists came and crashed airplanes into two skyscrapers in New York City." We were shocked, but didn't really realize the full effect of this. At the end of the school day, our headmaster had turned on a TV on the stage. The news repeatedly showed the airliners crashing into the buildings, from multiple angles and multiple times. That night, every news station covered this tragedy all night. We had just experienced an attack on this country, and a piece of history was made. Something that we can tell our grandkids about. When our kids and grandkids come home from school and ask us about 9/11 we can tell them that we were alive and were old enough to know what was going on and tell them about it. That, was a very interesting time in my life.

The Younger Years

Well, we kept on going on with life after being diagnosed. Once our treatments started, we began to develop relatively normally. We were finally gaining weight like we should as before we would eat and eat and eat and gain nothing. We were basically like the rest of the other kids, except that we had CF. As a youngster, I was proud of my disease. I didn't really look at it as a disease. I looked at it as something that made me special. Something I had that no one else, but my sister, did. I only liked it until it came to night time and I had to do my therapy. I didn't want to, but my parents made me. I was however only around the ages of 3-6. There were things my parents wouldn't let me do which I know were because of my CF. I could do most things, and I'm sure I could have even done those other things, but they just wouldn't let me. Oh well, life went on. I built forts with my childhood friend Nicky (who just graduated from high school actually) and we played together outside as much as we could! My sister on the other hand liked to stay inside and read books all the time. I thought she was crazy.

Well that's a short blurp about my early life! :)

Josh

First Post

Hello all,

As stated by the title, this is my first post. I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis (CF) on November 27, 1991 (as according to my mom). She remembers that because my dad's birthday is the next day. I was born August 14 of that same year. My oldest sister was five by the time I was diagnosed and my diagnosis brought the doctors to realize that she also had CF. For these first five years, they knew something was wrong, but it wasn't until I was diagnosed that the doctors and my parents realized what it was. So this was the beginning of my family's life with two kids with CF.

Josh