Your humble approach to your disease amazes me every day. You take it in stride with every ache and pain that shoots through your body. We might have only met three years ago, but you instill in me what I could never have done on my own. You give me strength to keep going, and the drive to go on fighting. Your stories frustrate me, when hearing the doctors have no answers. This is not the way it is supposed to happen, and who ever said it was okay to live with pain? I will never feel your pain and I will never actually live your journey, but I empathize (something I know you wouldn't want anyway to do) but I can't help but hurt for you. You take every blow with such ease and I admire you for it. I ask you though, please yell, please scream, please cry. What is going on with your body is not fair and no answers is not right. Yell, from the top of the Sears Tower how frustrating it is to not know what is going on. I will yell and swear for you. I hate to see you show your pain because that is when I know it hurts the most. Your emotional pain must be far greater than your physical pain and I can't imagine how difficult that truly is. I will lay in bed with you and cry for you, cry with you, or be silent and stare at the wall with you. You mean everything to me, and going through college with you has made me all the more sane. You have kept my spirits up and showed me that we can do everything and still deal with our illness'. We deal with our diseases differently emotionally, and physically, but we support eachother just the same. I want you to talk to me when you can and I want you to let it out...it is good for you. I love you with all of my heart and I thank you for stumbling into my life. You are my rock and you are my fellow DK. I love you.
~Your Fellow DK
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