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Jaime Eller

Jaime Eller

My name is Jaime Eller, and I’m 23 years old. On January 19th, 2019, I married the love of my life, Meade Temple Eller, in a beautiful backyard ceremony. On June 21st, 2019, Meade lost his battle to Cystic Fibrosis.

Meade was born a “healthy” baby boy on January 18th, 1991 to absolutely loving parents. However, after a year of him failing to thrive, and every other test possible coming back negative, he was given a sweat test where it was confirmed that he had Cystic Fibrosis - a relatively unknown disease at the time. At the time of his diagnosis, Meade’s mother was already far along in her pregnancy with Meade’s sister, and through prenatal testing, it was confirmed that she, too, had Cystic Fibrosis.

Through breathing treatments, extended hospital stays, loads of medicines, and countless IV sticks, the Eller’s wanted to give their children as much normality as possible, so Meade was very active throughout his entire life. His favorite hobbies were snowboarding at snowshoe, cycling the Dismal Swamp in Chesapeake, Virgina, and working outdoors as a landscaper.

In February of 2016, I moved all the way from Upstate New York to Virginia Beach, Virginia, and did what I think a lot of millennials do when exploring a new city - I downloaded Tinder. The first man I matched with had the coolest name I had ever heard of, and we spent all night talking on the phone. Meade was very upfront from the beginning about his CF, in fact, he was in the middle of a hospital stay for CF related exacerbation when we began talking. He and I had this instant connection, and I never really thought about him having this disease. Rather, I thought about him as this handsome guy that owned his own business, drove a big, loud truck, and loved drinking Budweiser around a bonfire. He just so happened to have some quirks like being a bit on the thinner side, coughing a lot, and having to do these alien-like treatments (we all know the vest!). A couple months after we began dating, the hospital Meade was being seen at, Duke University, told him he was in his window and needed to begin getting ready for a lung transplant. On March 10, 2017, 2 days after being put on the transplant list, Meade was Duke transplant lung recipient #1736, and he got his brand new lungs.

Unfortunately for us, transplant was not our cure. A year later, Meade had developed antibodies, and his body began rejecting his brand new lungs. None of the treatments worked for him, and there was no cure. We felt our world crumble, and our future dissipate.

Now, I’m finishing up my senior year at Old Dominion University while also working through this incredibly recent loss. In a way of putting the pieces back together, It’s incredibly important to me that one day we find a cure for Cystic Fibrosis so that no other young husband or wife, Mother or father, brother, sister, or friend, ever have to go through this painful process. Meade was the best guy I have ever met, and I’m so beyond fortunate to have been given the opportunity to be his wife, so it is in his honor that I won’t stop fighting until CF stands for Cure Found.

I will soon be honored by the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation at a special event recognizing outstanding young professionals in my community. In accepting this distinction, I have committed to raise money to help the Foundation realize its mission of controlling and curing cystic fibrosis (CF).


raised of $3,500 goal

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