I was born with Cystic Fibrosis and lost my younger brother to this life threatening genetic condition. For over quarter of a century I was a mind numbing robotic disciple of Western medicine, bowing to the latest wonder drug to improve aerosol respiration to improving my weight levels to staving off infections. I was a walking pharmacy. I complied with everything the CF team presented me with and duly embraced their treatments of Cystic Fibrosis without thought or question. Just thinking that it will keep me strong and good life force, gave me no reason to rock the proverbial boat. As I got older though, I started to become prone to more and more chest infections, no longer were oral antibiotics hitting and nipping the infection in the bud. From oral medications, I was now being treated more and more through the use of Intravenous antibiotics. The use of intravenous medication started becoming a bi-annual affair.