Pity

Don't feel sorry for me. I know that I have this awful disease that changes my life, but don't say, ohh, that is too bad, say " oh, you know what you could do....". That I can handle. I am a very independant person, who up until three weeks ago, worked 3 jobs. I don't make a lot and my college and university are lost on cleaning houses and babysitting, but I make due. In some ways I think that I have a better relationship with my son than many people do who are not challenged. We night tobaggan, take walks in the rain and hike through the shadey woods. I may be challenged, but it is a challenge that I can meet and take on head first. Just not into the sun because that would suck.