Jeremy is the younger of my two children with Cystic Fibrosis. He was born two months after my daughter’s diagnosis. He was a loving little boy, making people laugh, incredibly sensitive to others with “ imperfections.” Teachers and professors adored him, peers flocked to be with him.
He was always the more ill of the kids, but he took everything in stride, entertaining nurses and doctors at the hospital- he quickly became the nursing staff favorite.
He began drawing at an early age, becoming an incredibly talented artist by his teens- he had one of his pieces chosen for a local museum when he was in high school. He graduated with a dance in his step, and a PICC line in his arm.
Jeremy went on to study art/ graphic design for three years. The summer of his third year he got an infection his body couldnt fight off. He held on and fought for three long weeks in the ICU until the end. He turned 21 on life support and earned his wings just 11 days after that birthday.
Now, my daughter fights for both of them, continuing to enroll in the clinical trials they did together…and we are left with rooms full of his art and pictures of him with his beautiful smile.. I often wonder what he would be doing now, had he beat that last infection, and I miss him with every beat of my heart💔💔