It's 3:20 am. I open my eyes and I see the same ceiling, same walls. I take a breath... it hurts.. They say it's good, it means I'm still alive. Being in hospital takes up my life. I've heard I wouldn't live long ever since I was 4 years old.

"Don't get used to him", the doctors told my mom. I was just a little kid, but I understood everything. My 8 year old daughter also understands... I'm not ready to die, I have so much to live for. I want to see her grow up, be at her graduations, be there when she brings home a boy... I want to give her away at the altar...

I have cystic fibrosis - double delta F508 mutation, insulin-treated diabetes, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, chronic respiratory failure. My lungs have a capacity of 12%

I'm not giving up, but I need your help.  There is a new generation therapy that will let me live. Unfortunately it isn't covered by insurance in Poland. Monthly cost is about $34, 000. Yearly therapy is close to half milion dollars...
Every dollar brings me closer to my goal, it is another breath.

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