This has plagued me for a long, long time. I did my absolute level best to live in denial for as many years as possible, even when the legs went wobbly, because I figured, pretend you're fine, and you'll be fine.
I hate the idea of frightening people, especially those who have been newly diagnosed, and are already scared enough, who come here looking for hope.
But reality bites.
I told my new two year in friend she's probably have 16 good years before things went pear -shaped.
"Oh," she said, quite rightly, "time passes so quickly." Quite depressed after talking to her. Me being plucky, she looking at my general lurchiness.
Anyhoo, there's no good wishin' and a-hopyin' and a-prayin'. It is what it is. I do wonder what I did to deserve this, and the answer is, of course, nothing. You can't help bad luck.
I hate the idea of frightening people, especially those who have been newly diagnosed, and are already scared enough, who come here looking for hope.
But reality bites.
I told my new two year in friend she's probably have 16 good years before things went pear -shaped.
"Oh," she said, quite rightly, "time passes so quickly." Quite depressed after talking to her. Me being plucky, she looking at my general lurchiness.
Anyhoo, there's no good wishin' and a-hopyin' and a-prayin'. It is what it is. I do wonder what I did to deserve this, and the answer is, of course, nothing. You can't help bad luck.
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