I sit there and wonder why such a horrid thing had to happen
to such a loving, caring person. I mean , why did it have to be something so drastic? Why couldn't God have just given him
something minor like an amputated leg? At least then he'd still be able to live longer. But noooo - instead he was blessed
with a lifelong disease that would eventually end in death.
I guess that's why you have to shed light on the subject because
it's such a serious illness, but if you take it too seriously you can become bitter and so grumpy that you start feeling sorry
for yourself and people start to get to the point where they can't be bothered anymore.
That is one thing, I have never heard Dad complain. Not once
have I heard him say, 'Aw, I wish I was normal", or "Why did this have to happen to me?" He just keeps to
himself and although he may think these things he doesn't mention them to anyone. He just goes on with life as happily as
he can, doing those things he wants to do and spending time with those he cares about most.
So all up this disease has taught me a lot. It has taught me
to be strong, to have courage and not let anything get the better of me. It has taught me to make the best of life while I
have the chance and give everything 100 + 10%.
I could have sat around every day of my life feeling sorry
for myself. But I don't. I'm not going to let some disease knock me down just yet. Yeah, I have days when I find it hard to
cope and break down. But when it comes down to it there's no point in grieving every moment of the day.
My Dad is so special to me and when he dies I have no idea
what I'm going to do but until then I'll keep on supporting and loving him as much as I can. He is the strongest,
most courageous person I know.