The story of David
I have fought for so long that I have forgot what not having to fight feels like. Don’t misunderstand, I fight this disease for a beautiful purpose, my son. After so many years of pain, depression, anxiety, stomach cramps and the awful side effects of some medicine, I have to find purpose to continue. Of course this would be my son, and the joy he brings, into what otherwise would be a world no person should have to endure. There are mornings when my eyes open, and I wish they hadn’t. But I only need to see his face or the sound of his voice. When I do the sadness of living with this disease for another minute, soon turns to fighting & for my son I do so in front of him with a smile. When he is not around I bare it, if for no other reason than to simply being here for him. I am aware before long he will be going on to college and start his life. I will then be able to finally rest. It’s okay, I am more than at peace with it. I actually some days long for my rest. For now, I fight Dego’s Disease for him, my son, my child, my one true love.