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Its the middle of the night
when I meet a teenager with a terrible disease
that is a slow, gradual but inevitable death.
Cystic Fibrosis.
She has a giant pneumothorax and a chest tube to let it drain.
Her lung function is 40% of what it should be.
She has done all the right
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