The first year after diagnosis was a confusing time in my life. I went from being a perfectly normal healthy person with a cough (or so I thought) to having a chronic, progressive illness. I went from being exactly like my peers and siblings to needing to do physio once a day and take enzymes (Oh, how I miss those days. I had no idea how easy my CF was to take care of at the time). I went from seeing the doctor once a year to going every 3 months for hours upon hours. I now had a dietitian, a respiratory therapist, a social worker all in addition my pediatrician and CF doctor. It was all a little overwhelming!
I had a lot of trouble doing my treatments. First, I could not stand the sight of my own mucus. I needed to use the Flutter every morning before school which was great in that I didn't cough all through first period anymore, but I hated looking at the thick mucus I coughed out of my lungs. In fact, I did my treatments in the bathroom with the lights off so I wouldn't have to look at the foul slime coming from my body. (It is funny to me now since I never think twice about my mucus and look at it closely to determine my current lung health). I also had a hard time feeling like I really NEEDED to do them. My logic was that I lived 14 years without doing a single treatment I wouldn't die because I skipped one night. At the time I knew CF was progressive but was blissfully unaware that it was fatal so I did not totally understand the importance of treatments.
The positives of that first year were that I coughed significantly less and I finally started growing. I had a nice growth spurt soon after starting enzymes. I was also happy to finally know why I coughed so much. I always knew something had to be wrong because nobody else I knew had a chronic cough so it was a relief to realize that we finally knew what exactly was causing my cough.