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Suck It Up

It's hard to watch life pass you by. Harder still to watch your family live their lives while consciously leaving you out. Their ignorance and arrogance is unbelievable. A member of my family told me that I have to understand their point of view, that I have to understand that everybody has to have a chance to process my diagnosis.

I wonder if she has had enough time? I wonder if she once thought, really thought, about how it was for me to be on a runaway train. To lose use of my fingers, then my hands, then to lose the ability to walk up stairs, then down, then to have to use a cane, then a rolling walker, then a wheelchair, then a power wheelchair. Nobody gave me the opportunity to understand. I just had to suck it up.

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