Yes, I’m tired. I’m stressed, and some days, ultimately, I’m just 100 percent drained. But how I feel and what I do is nothing compared to what my daughter goes through. Yes, I go to all the doctor’s appointments and therapies, but I’m not the one doing all the work or getting poked with needles and such. My daughter is the one who has it rough. As a parent, you would go to the ends of the earth to protect your children; hopefully you never have to, but I do it every day. I fight for her to have a better life — and if that means I don’t sleep, I stress too much or I seem distant, then so be it. I see life differently now, because of her. I’ve witnessed true fight, passion, and unconditional and never-ending love. I’ve also seen prejudice and ignorance. Some people only see her disease, but I see her. I see the innocence and love of life from a child. Yes, she’s just a child, one who fights a battle most adults couldn’t.

The Mighty
“The answer is this simple.”
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November 08, 2019 at 07:30PM