Today is day 365 of Trikafta for me. (It also happens to be my beloved Ricky’s birthday. How lucky am I to celebrate two of the most important gifts of my life on one day?!) I don’t know if I have accurate words to describe what the experience of this first year of life with Trikafta has meant to me, has meant for me. My eyes are wet, a lump is building in my throat as I type. I am not coughing. I don’t have a memory of a time when there was a stretch of months where regular, full body coughing was not a part of my reality. I am sure there was probably a time when I was little where the torment of CF was focused more in my belly than my lungs, but my memory does not stretch back far enough into that place to recall that experience. It’s amazing how much energy ongoing coughing actually takes. I’ve been able to keep some weight on. I can’t help but...