I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis (CF) in December of 1989 when I was just six months old. Since then, staying healthy has meant a daily routine of pills, breathing treatments, and occasional hospitalizations—all so I can continue to work, travel, and live life as fully as possible. I've been incredibly fortunate, but not everyone with CF is.
 

I’ve lost many dear friends to this disease.
 

Thanks to critical research, we’ve seen life-changing drugs emerge—offering hope and new possibilities for many. Unfortunately, I’m not able to tolerate these therapies. But that’s exactly why I continue to fight. I fundraise for the friends I’ve lost, for those who benefit from today’s advancements, and for those still waiting for a breakthrough.
 

Every dollar raised brings us one step closer to a future where CF stands for Cure Found.