Grief

I have finally started to realize that Iam sick, that I will be sick for the rest of my life, that I cannot escape this.

Every day, for the rest of my life, I have to take medication in the morning and again at bedtime.

Every day, for the rest of my life, I will be endlessly thirsty.

Every night, for the rst of my life, I must be careful to get enough sleep.

And every day, for the rest of my life, I have to face the possibility of unpredictable cycling.

I am grieving. I didn't want this.