This has been a crazy year. I turned 40, quit a job where I was loved, took a job that is good and is evolving into something more fun, and moved into a new house with my sister and her family.
My Friedreich's ataxia got worse, too.
I know I am not supposed to think I will get better, but how am I supposed to read things like this from the MDA and think it is just a matter of time before I am running.
Do I maintain hope that I might not need a chair forever? Or do I assume science and medicine will never get it?
And even if they did cure FA, would it help me? Or am I too old to benefit from any cure?
Here's to the future ... I guess.
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2 comments:
Happy new year! It will be a good one! At least you have to start out positive. :-)
sdt
I am not at all sure it will be good, but thanks, you too.
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