My mum once told me that anything worth having would never come easy. She was right. She was always right.
It would have been easy to escape it. Run away. Quietly move on. Silently drift away, enter a new world. I could have immersed myself in a different world. A world that isn’t as close to my heart as this one. I could have had a job, not a passion.
I could have spoken about my job like it was just that, a job. A nine to five. There could have been it and me. Two separate entities. Two uninvolved things.
I chose not to. I chose to have a passion. I chose not to let go of that passion. I chose to have a career that was woven into every fibre of my being. I swallowed hard and made an instinctual choice. A tough one. No hesitation. No pregnant pause. I took the road that would inevitably be filled with questions and statements that will make my heart drop. The road I chose might sometimes be dark. It will sometimes be lonely. I might be scared. I might even feel broken at times and lose sight of why.
But as my mum once said anything worth having won’t come easy. A career in Cystic Fibrosis isn’t a job, it is part of who I am at my core.