I have said before, I have been finding it hard to not be mad at God these days, but I keep praying anyway, I guess He has been listening to me. I'm scared to hope, I'm afraid that if I hope, something will happen. I live my life in constant fear, knowing that he's going to get worse but not knowing when - I stress over the littlest things with him so fearful that nothing, like a sneeze, means something. I continue to pray that this is what I hope that it can be.
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