Friend
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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