Creep

Hello!

Sigh.... just got off the phone with my old doctor/friend who also happens to suffer from MS but he is at a stage that appears to be worse than mine. He was telling me how he just came back from the hospital after they treated him for respiratory issues. Apparently his MS was partly to blame, he was there for 15 days. That sucks! I don't like hearing that he is getting worst because it's like I'm seeing myself on a mirror, eventually this is where I'm heading to and he is about 12 years older than I am, I don't like seeing my future, not if it's like that. Compared to him, I am Superman. Here I am doing exercises with my hands, having a strong voice and still fighting every day to be as independent as I can and yet I know the endgame, I know how this illness works and it will just give me a false sense of reprisal when I know full well that I will eventually become weak and fade away... fuck this sucks!


I wish I had something better to post, something happy, but I don't. At least not after a telephone call like that one where you are informed, in a very subtle way, that you are a very lucky person to still have some strength left in you.


And I thought it was going to be a great weekend...