It's Personal

This was written by a very close friend of mine. We were sitting in my family room last night chatting, and since he NEVER blogs anymore, I wasn't aware that he wrote this a few days ago. Here's a snippet.

I have MS.

No, you don’t know what that is. You may know the dictionary definition of it, but you can’t ever actually know the affects or the consequences. Most do not.

You may have it or be close to someone who does. Even then, they will hold out on you about certain things. No, not because they want to, there’s just too damn much.

It can never be fully explained because it is constantly evolving. Consistently messing up different parts of your life.

There is no cure.

This is difficult for some to accept. No colored porch-light or trendy colored ribbon will hasten a cure. There isn’t a “magic pill”, either - even to make the symptoms go away or get better. None.

Go on - read the rest.

This friend wants NO sympathy, but I gotta be honest. It BREAKS. MY. HEART. when I hear of him falling, or dropping a glass, or what have you. It's a physical ache knowing that there isn't a thing I can do to help him, except be his friend.

Dude - you know you have friends who love you, and please never...NEVER...be afraid to ask for help. That doesn't make you less of a man. It just makes you human.

Yeah - it IS personal.