author's note: I have been so saddened by the loss of sweet, little Tuesday. It does seem that so many of us are facing tough times (to say the least). I wanted to bring a little humor back to my own day, and hopefully yours, as well. You all are the best!
I will have to start with a little background info. One of the effects of cystic fibrosis is some pretty foul poop. Being honest, it is absolutely horrific. It can pretty quickly, without a lot of notice, and one has to be ready to "exit stage left" immediately and have plenty of spare time on their hands.
Somehow, we were on the subject of "poop" last night (See, it doesn't end when they become potty-trained... it actually gets worse), and we were reminded of the time our little cf patient was 13 and was lucky enough to go with a friend on a private, guided tour of Air Force One (yes, that one). He came home all excited, with lots of details and stories. The highlight being him taking one of his typical bowel movements in the President's private toilet (and he told us this so proudly, too).
I know, I know... I think he should include it on his college resume, too. It can't hurt, that's for sure.