Post(?)-pandemic

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I was noticing the other day that blog posts have been fewer and farther (further?) between of late. I suppose that’s the natural course when you have a four and eleven year old. And a cat! More time dedicated to finding snacks for everyone, including the cat, and less time for creative pursuits.

It has been three years since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic. For a lot of people the darkest days of the pandemic have been in the rearview mirror for a little while. People got vaccinated, things began to open up, and life started to look normal again. For obvious reasons, our family’s reemergence didn’t follow the same timeline as most others. Since March 2020, our priority has been keeping Betsy safe and healthy. As of the writing of this blog post, none of us have tested positive for COVID-19 (brb going to find some wood to knock on).

March 2020 – “We Thought We Knew, But We Had No Idea”

In some ways it feels like a miracle. A lot of people that we know, including those who took the pandemic seriously from day one and who have taken precautions for both themselves and others, have tested positive at this point. A friend of mine texted me just the other day saying that he tested positive and was feeling awful. I guess it’s a good reminder that COVID-19 is still out there.

From the beginning we have tried to lean heavily on the advice of Betsy’s pulmonary specialists on how a person with a serious lung disease should confront a global pandemic caused by a virus that primarily affects the lungs. Masking was imperative. I remember the first mask I bought. It was the material of a denim shirt. And it had a pocket that could accommodate an air filter. It was miserable! Many subsequent versions followed over the last three years. We did not gather with others for the longest time apart from socially distanced, outdoor meet ups at the park or in the backyard. Later, after vaccinations were more widespread, we were able to resume limited indoor interactions but would only ditch the masks if everyone was able to test negative and then quarantine until said gathering. We are so thankful for the many friends and family who graciously followed more stringent protocols in order to allow us to participate in things like holiday and birthday celebrations while still keeping Betsy safe.

It was a long three years.

I look at pictures of myself from February 2020 and notice significantly less grey hair. Maybe it was coming either way. But the last three years has been extremely stressful! Living in constant state of paranoia takes a toll. For the longest time, I could not shake the thought that any time I left the house, I could potentially return with a virus that would be devastating to the health of the person I love the most. So we stayed the course. Even though the masks were tiresome. And the testing was inconvenient. And the isolation was lonely (not for me personally…I don’t really like other people, but I heard it was rough for some! 😉 ).

I would monitor case counts and hospitalizations and death rates multiple times a week (#fun). For the longest time it felt like there was no progress being made. I remember looking at the daily statistics in January 2022 and the number of cases reported in our county was about five times what they were in March 2020. I think the official language was something like “our community COVID-19 level is high”. But really you just knew because if you looked on the map, everything was red.

I have to say that our kids have been such troopers. It’s not easy to get a toddler to wear a mask. Alena had her first birthday during the first lockdown period. So she’s lived the majority of her life during the pandemic. She got used to wearing masks and leaving them on pretty quickly. Lucas has been a great example for her, never complaining and always helping her adjust her own mask to make sure it was fitting snuggly over her nose and mouth.

Meeting our cousin Violet (masked)!
School dayz (masked)!

Then, this past January, shortly after the holidays, the weekly update from the public schools came through on a Friday. The “community COVID-19 level is….LOW”. Complete with a big green square (not red)! It almost felt like it had to be a mistake. Apart from a random week in the summer of 2021, it hadn’t been low since before the onset of the pandemic. One week, turned into two. Two weeks, turned into three. It wasn’t a fluke. Betsy’s pulmonary doctors had always said when the levels reached low, we could feel free to resume normal activity.

I have found it difficult to just throw caution to the wind. I was prepared to wear a mask indoors for the rest of my life. I was prepared to only ever get takeout. It hasn’t been as easy as flipping a switch. We told Lucas that he could choose whether or not he wanted to wear a mask to school and initially he said that he still wanted to wear one. Easter Sunday was the first week we didn’t wear masks to church (no offense to anyone but I read A LOT of articles about the trajectory of droplets while belting out the hymns). I still wear a mask during peak Trader Joe’s hours because that place is insane. I went to my first concert since before the pandemic and wore a mask. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one.

Me at The Charlatans/Ride gig. Tim Burgess said he liked my mask.

A couple weeks ago, I took the kids to eat at a restaurant for the first time since pre-COVID times. Alena was like “What is this place????? They just bring food to you????” Yes, sweet girl. There’s a whole post-pandemic world for you to explore!

Eating indoors. Ahhhhh you’ve been missed.

CF Awareness: Answering Your Questions

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Thanks to everyone who submitted questions! You really got me thinking!

If you could give up one of your treatments/therapies/CF-related routines for a week, which one would it be?

I can only choose one? 😉 The treatment that I struggle with most is the breathing treatment and respiratory therapy that I do before bed, so I’d give that up for a week if I could do it without consequences. My morning treatment is actually harder because I’m far more congested first thing in the morning, but that one is so necessary for me to function that I never hesitate to do it. The instant gratification of being able to breathe and walk around without massive coughing fits is pretty motivating.

The evening treatment, on the other hand, is such a drag. I work four evenings during the week and my last students leave at either 8:30 or 9:00 pm. After that I’m pretty beat and I just want to relax, watch TV, spend time with Jaime, or go to bed. I hate having to initiate coughing and get my lungs all hot and bothered. Sometimes if I get coughing too hard, it’s difficult to stop and get to sleep.

If I miss the evening treatment, I still sleep just as well. But if I skip it, I have a harder time the next morning with more congestion and extra coughing. So there is a reward for doing it, but it’s not until the next morning.  Honestly, sometimes I’m just too tired to care that I’m going to pay for it the next day.

Are there are new CF medications or treatments that might help your lung function?

I think a little background information is helpful in answering this question. As far as medications and treatments for CF, there are five main categories. The great news is that thanks to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, all five categories are under research and new drugs and therapies are being tested and developed!

The first category is nutritional. I currently take digestive enzymes and CF-tailored vitamins to meet my nutritional needs. Because I am stable in this area, I don’t think any of the medications under development would be of great help to me. The next area is anti-infectives which include antibiotics. Most of the research is focusing on inhaled antibiotics which go straight to the lungs. Because of my significant asthma component, I cannot tolerate any of the inhaled antibiotics that are currently available, so I don’t have much hope that new ones will help me either.

The third category is anti-inflammatory drugs. I am particularly excited about this area of research because the asthma component of my CF causes a great deal of lung inflammation. There are currently five medications in the drug development pipeline. I truly hope one of them is a winner and will help me! The fourth category is mucus clearance which includes medications to thin the mucus and devices to help us loosen the congestion and cough it out. I currently inhale saline solution and a mucus thinner and blow in a device that vibrates my lungs. My mucus is still quite thick, however, so I’m excited that there are five drugs in the development pipeline and hope that one will turn out to be more effective than what I currently take.

The fifth and most exciting category is drugs that restore CFTR function. The symptoms of CF are caused by a faulty protein which is known at the CF Transmembrane Conductance Regulator (CFTR).  These drugs are designed to correct the defective protein. The defective protein inhibits sodium and chloride from moving in out and of the cells properly. There are many CF mutations and different types of mutations cause the protein to malfunction in different ways. There are currently two medications available to patients that help fix CFTR function. One medication has been particularly effective and patients who can take it have seen some significant gains in lung function and overall health. The second one has had more modest results but has still been very helpful to many patients. Due to my specific mutations, neither drug is effective for me (or available to me). I have one copy of the most common CF mutation and one rare mutation. Because I do have one common mutation there is still a good chance that there may soon be a drug in this category that will help me. I’m hoping!

If this topic sparked your interest, check out the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation’s Drug Development Pipeline for more information.

Would you ever consider a lung transplant?

The short answer is yes, I would consider it. But at this time I don’t feel certain that I would decide to go for it. My CF care team has never broached the subject with me because thankfully, at this time, I am functioning well even with diseased lungs. However, I have read some about the process and “know” people through online support groups who have gone through transplantation.

My understanding is that survival rates for patients who receive lung transplants are rising, but lungs are still a difficult organ to transplant. According to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, 80% of patients who receive a lung transplant are still alive after one year, and about 50% are still alive after five years.  The wonderful thing about transplant is that the new lungs will never have cystic fibrosis! However the rest of the body still does, so lung transplants are not cures. Also, transplantation can cause other problems. I’ve heard people say that when you have a transplant you trade one set of issues for another. First off, transplant surgery is a major operation and there are inherent risks there. As someone who has had two major surgeries and three minor ones, the thought of the surgery itself is more than a little frightening. Patients require 24-hour-a-day care for at least a month after the procedure and most centers require at least three family members or friends to sign up to be caretakers. It is also very expensive. It would be a lot to put my family through.

In addition, patients are always at risk for rejection, which is where the body attacks the new lungs as a foreign invader. Severe rejection can lead to lung failure. Because of this, transplant patients must take many strong medications to fight against rejection. Those medications can cause other complications such as cancer, recurrent infections, kidney infection, or diabetes.

I feel there are emotional implications as well. I haven’t studied this or talked to other transplant patients about it, but the thought of receiving the lungs of someone who has died a tragic death is a little hard for me. I wouldn’t feel right about praying for new lungs or hoping to get the transplant call just knowing that what I’m ultimately waiting for is someone’s untimely demise.  That said, I can imagine that the gift of organ donation might be a positive thing for the grieving family, and that blessing someone else with life from that tragedy might be a healing experience. I haven’t worked it all out in my mind, but these are my preliminary thoughts.

I’ve just listed a lot of negatives about lung transplantation, but the whole reason I would consider it is that when it is successful, it can add wonderful, healthy years to people’s lives! What a gift that would be.  Some lung transplant recipients go on to become athletes or climb mountains or do all sorts of things they could never even attempt before. That sounds pretty great to me. Also, there comes a point in most CF patient’s lives where transplant is the only remaining option for treatment. If that time comes for me, I feel confident that God will show me the path to take.

What’s one really hard thing about having CF that most people don’t know about?

Great question and a hard one!! I can’t decide between two things so I’m going to cheat and write about both. The first may better answer the “most people don’t know about” part of the question, and the second better answers the “really hard thing” part.

I hesitated to write about this at first because it’s kind of dark and depressing. But I’m trying to raise CF awareness, so here’s the honest truth. The first thing that came to mind is moments of panic. I have some pretty specific fearful thoughts that come into my mind. I’m not talking about the more obvious fears of an uncertain future or fears of getting sick. These are different. Sometimes I imagine that I will need to flee from something or someone and I can’t get away because I can’t breathe well enough to run fast.  I wonder what would happen if I was kidnapped or ended up imprisoned for some reason. How long would it take me to die a miserable death without access to my medications?

I have fears of being overpowered. I’m afraid of suffocating or being stuck in tight places. I’m scared of being buried alive in sand or snow. I can hardly stand to hang out in a blanket fort with Lucas or hide under the covers with him because after a few minutes, I feel smothered. I even hate to wear protective face masks because any sort of breathing obstruction makes me nervous and uncomfortable. I’m afraid I’ll need to rescue Lucas from something horrible and I won’t get to him in time. Now that my lung function is reduced, I don’t like having my face and head under water. I’m afraid of drowning.

When these thoughts or fears come to me during the day, it’s not hard for me to push them away and think about other things. But they also come in vivid dreams, and those can be downright terrifying. I have a recurring dream where I am unable to move, chained by some invisible force. There have been a few times in my life where I have been sick enough that I thought I was going to die for lack of breath during or after a bad coughing fit. It’s an awful feeling and I started having these fears and dreams after those experiences.

Even though I hate that part of the disease, it’s not as hard as other aspects because it’s not a constant problem. Which leads me to my second answer. I’m not sure people understand how often those of us with cystic fibrosis deal with change and loss, and how lonely that can make us feel. Because CF is a progressive disease, symptoms get worse over time. It may be obvious that we have to deal with more sick days, more coughing, more infections, and reduced lung function, but the resulting losses are more subtle. The sicker we become, the less we can do, and over time it feels like we are losing bits and pieces of ourselves along the way.

There are a whole host of things I did in my younger, healthier years that I can’t even attempt now. Some of them I have a wistful longing for–like being able to run the 8-mile race around the perimeter of Mackinac Island, or run down the side of a sand dune.  Some of them are simple and seemingly trivial…like helping someone move furniture. But both were a part of my identity that I lost. Betsy the runner is gone. Betsy, that girl who’s surprisingly strong for her size and who will pitch in and help with whatever–the one who enjoys a physical challenge–she’s gone too. That hurts. It’s really hard. Sometimes these changes happen slowly over time, and sometimes they come fast and furiously. At times I haven’t even had time to accept and adjust to my new limitations before I’m faced with a whole set to get used to.

These losses happen to everyone as they age, but when you have a disease like CF, it begins far too early and only to you. Your peers aren’t going through it. When you’re facing these things together, there’s a camaraderie, maybe even humor to be found in the situation. But it’s just painful when you’re experiencing losses alone. Because of the dangers of sharing germs, cystic fibrosis patients are not permitted to mingle. There are no face to face meetings or support groups.  Any support we seek has to be online. The online groups are wonderful, but it’s not the same as having a friend to share life with.  It’s different to chat online than to talk face to face over coffee, or laugh (and therefore cough) during a playdate at the park with our kids.  Sometimes I think it would feel really good just to get a hug from someone who really understands. I am blessed with so many wonderful, true friends and a family that loves me and helps me to bear my burdens, but at times I still feel alone in my world of disease.

How is your Fitbit streak going?

It’s going great! Today will be my 300th day in a row of 10,000 steps or more (assuming I finish this post and get off the couch). I’m pretty proud of that! It has certainly taken resolve on my part, but I’ve found that it’s not that hard as long as I plan activity into every day. If I don’t have a dedicated portion of the day to go for a walk or exercise, I make sure to spend 10 minutes here and there walking around the dining room table or the playroom. If I haven’t gotten my steps before I start tutoring, I pace back and forth in my office between students or if they’re working on something independently. Those steps really add up and it’s heart healthy and lung healthy just to move!
This long streak was only possible because I had a very good winter health-wise. I did get sick twice, but both illnesses were (relatively) mild and I was able to shuffle around the table even on the worst days. I find that if I’m having a harder day health-wise, a reasonable amount of movement goes a long way in making me feel better and creating energy. This exercise goal has improved my stamina overall and I’m thankful for that! I know I’ll break the streak eventually, but hopefully not anytime soon. I’d love to reach a year!
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Thanks for sticking with me through this long post! If you didn’t get a chance to ask your question, or if my answers raised more questions, feel free to submit one now in the comment section or by email (bvbrighthope@gmail.com). I’d be happy to write another post or answer you directly. Thanks for reading!

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CF Awareness Month

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May is National Cystic Fibrosis Awareness Month. Though I’ve talked about various aspects of cystic fibrosis on this blog over the past three years, I’ve certainly not covered all the facets of the disease or of my life with chronic illness.  In honor of CF Awareness Month I’d like to answer any questions that you readers have.  Are there things you’re wondering about the disease itself?  Do you want to know how I handle certain situations, or specifics about how cystic fibrosis affects me physically, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually? Maybe you wonder what it feels like to live and breathe with reduced lung capacity or what I think are the best and worst things about cystic fibrosis. I welcome any questions you have (don’t be shy!) and I hope answering them helps to raise awareness.

Feel free to ask a question in the comments section or to email me at bvbrighthope@gmail.com. I’ll write a post answering any queries that come my way, so be sure to check back.

The Glory of Week Three

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Happy New Year a month late! I didn’t intend to let so much time pass between my last post and now, but things got extra busy with the holidays, and after…well, I just felt a little uninspired.  I suppose that sometimes I need a break, even from things that I greatly enjoy. I follow several CF blogs and when someone doesn’t post for weeks on end, I begin to wonder if they are alright. I hope none of you were concerned!

We had a wonderful holiday full of family time, fun, and relaxation. Here’s a few of my favorite photos from Christmas:

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Christmas morning!

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Lucas made Jaime a hat…

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And me a necklace 🙂

The new year started with a bang…in the form of a virus that hit me on January 2. Admittedly, it wasn’t my favorite way to ring in the new year. Unfortunately, Lucas caught my virus and missed a whopping four days of school the second week of the month. This virus made him sicker than he has ever been and seeing that made me very grateful for how well I weathered it.

I wrote in December about my uncommon cold and this virus progressed in the same way, except for one notable difference. My doctor was out of town when I got sick, and the day it became clear that I needed antibiotics was a Sunday. Because of these two factors, I was prescribed antibiotics by an on-call doctor who has never met me. To his credit, he listened carefully to me, allowed me to (respectfully) question his antibiotic choice, and even accepted my personal recommendation for what antibiotics I thought I needed (based on what I guessed my own doctor would have prescribed).  And I must say, I chose well for myself. I started to feel better after just a few doses. The one difference, though, is that this doctor prescribed me three weeks of antibiotics rather than two. I used to always get three weeks, but lately my doctor has been giving me just two weeks of treatment. Two weeks is sufficient to kick the infection, but three weeks is just so wonderful. I simply love week three.

That may sound strange, but week three of antibiotics is the closest thing I get to a vacation from CF. Of course I use that term lightly. I still have to do treatments and therapy every day. I still have to take a handful of pills with each meal. I still have 40% lung function. CF never really takes a break. But by week three of antibiotics, the infection is gone and my chronic levels of bacteria are lower than normal. Because of this, I produce less mucus and cough far less than I usually do, even at my healthiest. My chronic cough is hard on my body in many ways. When it vacates or lessens for a bit, my life becomes easier. Here’s a few things I noticed last week during week three:

Monday: I woke up earlier than usual and still felt rested. I breezed through my treatments in record time because there was so little coughing and so little mucus to clear. Lucas and Jaime hadn’t even left for school and work and I was already through my morning routine! What to do with all my extra time?!

Tuesday: I (almost) made it to my 9:45 am Bible study on time. That. never. happens.

Wednesday: I had so much free time after my speedy treatments that I decided to go for a walk in the morning. And run some errands. I picked up Lucas for school. I decided to run more errands with Lucas. Let’s hear it for energy!

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One errand was to buy a birthday gift for Lucas’s cousin. He can’t wait to give it to her!

Thursday: I had a friend over in the morning. No need to preserve my kid-free time after I knocked out my entire to-do list yesterday! My friend commented on my clean house. That’s right, a clean house at the end of the week!!  I picked Lucas up and after lunch, we decided to put up some new maps we bought for his room. Several hours later all the wall decor in his room was rearranged and re-hung. I had five hours of tutoring that evening, but who needs to rest when it’s week three!

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Lucas is thrilled with his world map and US map (behind). He can start teaching me geography now.

Friday: CF decided to remind me of its presence this morning. In all my productivity yesterday I forgot my digestive enzymes at one meal. I spent the morning feeling sick to my stomach, but I was still able to get out for a brisk walk before I picked up Lucas, because #weekthree.

Saturday: I took my last dose of antibiotics. It felt a bit sad to bid farewell to my security blanket. I knew I would have a few more days of feeling better than usual, and with that in mind, I headed out for a walk. I surprised myself by powering through 2.5 miles in 38 minutes.

Sunday: I decided to do as much as possible to get into good shape before the adjustment phase hits and went out for another walk. I got through three miles in 48 minutes. Not bad!

Monday: Week three was technically over but I still felt great. A former student texted me and asked for an emergency tutoring session before an exam. Tacking on two extra hours of tutoring didn’t seem like a big deal so I agreed. (This just in…she aced her test!)

Tuesday: Week three’s extra energy was still fueling my fire so I decided to write a blog post on top of my Bible study and tutoring today. And here I am 🙂  I’m thankful for week three and for each day of feeling strong and energetic. I’m learning to enjoy these days as a gift rather than focusing on the fact that they won’t last.

Because they won’t. I know that things are going to get more difficult in the next few days. I also know that I’ll get through it and adjust to my normal once again. It will mean longer breathing treatments, earlier nights, later mornings, less productivity, more coughing, and more exhaustion. I’ll have to start over on my running goals and pace myself throughout the day. But it’s still a wonderful life–my own wonderful life. And God always supplies the grace and strength that I need. The glory of week three is behind me but there are blessed and happy days ahead!

The Uncommon Cold

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Cold and flu season. The bane of my existence.  Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but the viruses lurking around every corner this time of year stir up a bit of panic in those of us with chronic lung disease.

The past few years I’ve gotten my first cold just before the holidays, in December. This year, I got my first cold at the end of October, and I was less than enthusiastic about its early appearance. It started on a Thursday evening while I was tutoring. My throat began to feel a little dry, a little sore, a little unwell. The panic set in. Calm down, it’s just allergies, I told myself. But I had a nagging suspicion that was confirmed when I woke up the next morning with all the classic symptoms of the common cold.

Those first days of a cold cause a great deal of stress for me. CFers can never just “relax” and let the virus run its course. For the average person, a cold means a short period of annoying, uncomfortable symptoms, followed by the return of normal life. The common cold usually lasts 7-10 days. If you are a CFer reading this, I’m pretty sure you just laughed or rolled your eyes. I don’t remember the last time a cold lasted 7-10 days for me. For CFers, the common cold means annoying, uncomfortable symptoms, but it also includes the threat of a much more serious infection that can result in weeks of illness. Sometimes these illnesses can result in the permanent loss of lung function. The common cold is plain scary.

My cold lasted, from that first scratchy feeling in my throat, to the day I woke up feeling like myself again, exactly 38 days. Over five weeks. Here’s an outline of how my [un]common cold progressed:

Day 1: Uh oh…sore throat…the feeling of impending doom sets in. My poor husband is subjected to a great deal of my angst which is bubbling over as I see the worst case scenario playing out in my mind and sadly bid farewell to my six-month, illness-free streak.

Days 2-8: I sludge through the cold symptoms while trying to keep tabs on the health of my lungs. I worry. I ask Jaime 100 times a day if he thinks my cough sounds okay. It does. I try to relax.

Day 9: The virus hits my lungs. Each breath is a cacophony of various wheezes and hums and vibrations. I call the doctor and start on two oral antibiotics.

Days 10-16: I wait for my cough to improve. Still waiting. “Mommy, why are you spitting your fungus in the toilet?” Lucas asks. He tries to join me but he’s only got saliva in there. No fungus (or mucus) for him. I laugh and thank God for five-year olds. Still waiting on that cough. C’mon antibiotics, you can do it!

Day 17: My cough beings to improve. The Hallelujah Chorus plays in my mind. I try to join in. Yeah, my cough isn’t all the way better yet. I leave it to the angels and keep quiet.

Day 22: I can finally say my cough is back to normal. But this is already my last day of antibiotics. I take my last dose and hope it’s not too soon. Bye-bye security blanket.

Days 23-28: These are blessed days of feeling good. But I know what’s coming…

Day 29: The Adjustment Phase hits.

Days 30-38: I cough and cough and cough and cough (and cough). I have many wonderful friends, but this week, Motrin is my best friend. I need it to get through the day. I remind myself that this will pass. It will.

Day 39: It did! I wake up and realize I can make it through the day without Motrin! My cough is quieting. My muscles are less sore. I don’t have a headache. I’m through my cold and ready to start another illness-free streak. There’s that Hallelujah chorus again! I join in. It still sounds better in my head, so I decide to save that one for the shower.

The good news is that all things considered, this cold was relatively mild and manageable. I was able to function fairly well through it and I’m sitting here today, six weeks out, feeling good. I’m so very grateful for that! Perhaps an early cold this year will mean less illnesses overall this season. A girl can dream.

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Kisses from this little guy always make me feel better when I’m sick.

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Kisses from this big guy help a lot, too.