I'm so lazy

When I am a little depressed, even good things can make me feel crappy.

I got an e-mail press release today about a guy with FA who is triking across country to raise money and awareness. This is great.

But all I can think of is how little I do to find a cure or even fight my disease. Far from fighting it, I have almost started snuggling with it.

The trike rider is just 25. When I was 25, I could still walk. I could have done something like that.

But no. I don't feel I can fight my FA. It is a part of me, every cell, every bit of DNA. I have to treat my disease as a partner in my life. At least that is what I tell myself.