The Day Zach was diagnosed, me and my dad drove up to meet him and my mom at the Ronald McDonald House in Philadelphia. My Mom was a mess. She had just been told her youngest child has Cystic Fibrosis, a disease usually diagnosed in small children not kids in their teens.
When she heard the news she broke down and cried. She knew the world surrounding our family would be changed. All my brother could do was comfort her and let her know it was going to be ok. He had no idea what impact this disease would have, and neither did I.