I spent most of my youth staying with my grandma who was stricken with MS. My Grampee was away on the lake fishing nine months of the year.
I was told that I could help take care of her.
Looking back almost 35 years, and I always knew this. Grandma with MS, not even barely able to get in and out of her wheelchair, only needed me for company.
MS is the most horrible disease ever. i wouldn't wish it on Hitler or the devil himself. i watched my father wither away to nothing from 1989-2000 when God finally found mercy for him. Watching him progress from limp to cane, to bigger cane, to walker, to wheelchair, to motorized wheelchair, to nursing home was painful. but watching him lose his freedom, his job, his friends, his hobbies and his will was the worst. by the end, he couldn't feed himself, talk, or remember anything. i'd like to think it was peaceful in that he was oblivious to everything, but what eats at me is the possibility he just gave up, lost hope and sank into such a deep depression that nothing in the world mattered. i'll never know and it is my life's mission to avenge my father's struggle somehow.....
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I was told that I could help take care of her.
Looking back almost 35 years, and I always knew this. Grandma with MS, not even barely able to get in and out of her wheelchair, only needed me for company.
i....hate......MS