I woke up at five in the morning. Trevor’s vehicle and

everything were there. I could not find him. I went outside to

look in my pajamas. Went back Trevor was there wondering

what I was up to. Scary. Yesterday I accidentally flooded the

house. I was doing dishes. Left the leaky tap on. Went and

had supper with my husband. When we got home. It was

flooding. I am lucky that he does home restorations. He knew

exactly what to do. Today I am having bad chorea. I am having

a hard time walking. Last night I had bad dreams. I saw

snakes and spiders in them. Woke up and ran to Trevor. I was

scared. I almost fell. On Friday I meet with my home support

worker. I was scared of getting home support. Not anymore. I

have accepted it. I am getting sicker. That is the way HD is.

What makes the difference is how we view our life. We must

always see happiness and hope. Our life should always be

worth living. This is all we get. We have to accept. Move on.

We can’t change HD.  We can fight it. We are going to get

cured. It all about how we want to live. How we chose to live.

 All we get. We have to make sure we create something worth

 living for ourselves. We are the ones that can choose that.

Set some goals. Make those goals. Live your dreams. They

means so much when you are sick. You actually have things

to live for. You are the one that can shape your life. Not HD.