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past present Future
“I know that I was already really dead. I know that I have no way back to life. Only he who was faithful to death


On this Yom Kippur
Seeing the other, the other is a very sublime virtue. Most often, observation is through filters of culture and time. After all, when did we


Letter to my chicks
My little loved ones. At nightfall, I enter your rooms and look at you asleep. Your eyes are closed, your muscles are relaxed, and the


The miracle of growth
Another chapter from Becky’s blog, Mother of Junior (name saved in the system), is 11 years old. New shoes. Long pants that reveal socks at


Who is a hero who conquers his desires
Heroism. Not many know this, but I carry the sign of heroism and courage on my chest. True, for the sake of modesty, I do


Family was reborn
I created two children with my own body. There is nothing I am more proud of than this glorious work.An intention preceded the work itself.


In the night dream the stars came out
My bed is a womb. She absorbs me in her moments of need and protects me in whiteness from all evil. My bed ever wondered


My God I wanted you to know
Junior has pneumonia. It feels like being on the beach with a black flag fluttering over the lifeguard booth. Although everything is under control, there


Thanks to everyone who has made it this far
If in the past I had rebelled and paved my way myself, then today I find myself “grateful.” And while you may think this is
Anchorage's blog


Impressions from the transplant
The message was received in the late afternoon – there is a transplant – a message on the phone so short, one letter which gives


Another day will come
I saw on the blog an opportunity to talk about our typical way of life, and everyone who lives with cystic fibrosis has a significant


Good people in the middle of the road
A few days ago, we decided to overcome the difficulty and discomfort and go with an oxygen tank to the show. The decision was not