Hi Liz,
Thank you so much for replying. When my son called me from the Dr.'s office to give me the bad news. I had lost it, and I was about 30 miles away from him. He was at the Medical Center in downtown Houston, and I was at home in Tomball, a small town, just out of Houston. My son broke down, and told me the horrible news. I wanted to die. I cried for a very, very long time, violently. It was the worst nightmare. I fell into deep depression, and it lasted for months. I couldn't sleep at night, come sunrise, I didn't want to climb out of bed. I really and truly wanted to die in my sleep. My appetite went to heck. I managed to keep my weight though.
I only wish I had joined this forum earlier, but I was so busy researching this horrible disease. I knew nothing about it. When my son gave me the bad news, I hit the computer, and started reading about it. Let me tell you, it hit me like a ton of bricks, I cried even harder.
There is so much to tell, but I'm gonna have to do it in bits and pieces, and maybe answering questions from the Pals oe Cals in this forum.
God bless, I'm gonna be reading posts here and there, and I'll come back to this one. I just joined 2 nights ago. God bless!
xoxoxo
Irma