I suffer a lot, yes....

I suffer a lot, yes, but I think nothing of it. This is my life, and I enjoy every day that I wake up, especially when I am still able to stand on my own even for 1 second... especially when RSD has not ravaged my entire body (you should see what this disease can do!!!!). But, my mum cries two tears, and I think the sky has fallen, and the world is about to end. I would rather suffer tremendously for the rest of my life than watch my parents and family shed one tear. I think it is because I know what it is like to suffer, and the thought of anyone else walking my (past) path of despair, more or less, is something my heart cannot take with ease.