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Hi everyone, thanks for visiting the first ever blog post for The 3rd Street Society. My name is Shay and I’m the president and co-founder of this nonprofit organization. We are a surfing related Cystic Fibrosis entity. Our goal is to provide everything needed for a CF patient and 2 of their friends/family members to enjoy a day of learning how to surf. We also raise funds for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation while raising awareness.

You can find more about our story at www.3rdstreetsociety.com which also has links for our Facebook page and Instagram.

I would like to mention that I am a 36 year old CF patient who was diagnosed at 5 months. I deal with CF related liver disease, CF related diabetes on top of the lung issues as well as work full time. I’m very fortunate, but it doesn’t come easy.

This blog will be about what 3rd Street has going on, probably contributions from the other board members and volunteers, as well as posts as Shay the CF patient, not Shay the 3rd Street guy. This is weird referring to myself in the 3rd person. My intent for those is to be a mixture of CF stories, random thoughts, hopeful things, and maybe even some that are melancholy. Some of them may be downright savage due to my frustration with CF being such an overlooked and misunderstood disease. 

We would love to hear from you, whatever your interest in CF may be. The CF patient community is strong, and I didn’t really grasp that until a few months ago. It really is an amazing connection.


Surf. Salt. Survive. 

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