My father is soon 80 years old and he does not have so many illnesses as I, 46, have, I took care of him very many years until he went to the elderly care facility, but I have started developing these physical illnesses, three new diagnoses just in one year. Whatever happens I try to be positive and optimistic, I do not need anybody’s pityness, pity is a disease in my life. When my time comes I shall smile and laugh to meet this sweetest moment of my life, the death, but until then I try to live my life as well as I can. At least, my relatives got a great family tree from me as a Christmas gift.
Smiles,
mjseu