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I always looked up to my dad

his being a nurse and making people better is something I wanted to do

dad did everything from attending awards days to movies or bowling on the weekends

when I got older, sometimes he didn't want to go

he was tired, had trouble walking in which I thought was his age

then it clicked. We did a lot of fun raising for a disease...MS

i finally asked  the dreaded question.. I did not like the answer !!!!!

if monies permit I would like to move on to med school

that way I can help with studies to find a cure to this damned disease 

the disease that has left him momentary blind

the curse that has broken my heart and pissed me off

I NEED TO HELP HIM.......

 

 

 

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Spencer Loehr

I am a upcoming college freshman. I intend to get my masters in nursing followed up by med school.

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