Yesterday I was so, so sick. I was tried. That made it worse. I

almost fell three times. Walking on the balls of my feet. My

chorea was so bad.  The worst HD day I had. I was so

confused. Today I think  it  will be the opposite. Our fridge

broke down two days ago. The Landlords put in a

replacement. A new one is coming though. Lost all of that

food. My Nurses helped me make a yummy meal. When they

came when the Nurses came they expected a barking and

mean dog. They were surprised when they came in. They all

were like he does not bark? No he does not. They thought

that all small dogs bark. Lucky is never mean. Speaking of

dogs. My Dad’s boxer Zena is sick. She has teeth problems.

She chews on the tennis ball fluff. Anyone that has a dog that

uses them stop that now. Trevor’s Dad’s poodle uses them

too. I never want to give up the fight for happiness. The fight

for hope. No one should ever give. HD should never take our

life and fun away. It wants too control us completely. If we

fight then we have a chance. Fight every day. Every way.

Remind yourself of the cure. It is real. It will come. There are

many stage three trails out there. Stems cells I still believe

while be the first. Don’t ever give up hope. This is all real. We

are too nice of people to let lavish in pain forever. We won’t

have to fight when we get cured. We will never have to deal

with HD again. Plan your future. Plan it ever with HD. Never