When I think about a cure I get excited. There are so many people out in the world that struggle with this disease day in and day out and for them to be free from all that would be amazing.

I imagine all the candy shops would have to order more stock because I know I would be eating candy and cakes and drinking lots and lots of orange juice.

A cure would change my life, but for the better? I am not sure. Would I eat food that is bad for me? Probably. I have to be honest, I am sure I would put on a lot of weight at first. But I know at least the likelihood of going blind or losing a limb would be gone. So in that way it would be better. (READ MORE)

From the shore, I watch a life I used to know - the seas swirling rough and rapid.

I sit, wrapped in the embrace of a sun I thought I'd never see.

I am unencumbered by worry.  I reach my fingers to the sky, letting the light kiss their smooth tips.  

I think about the storm and how it came, sudden and swift.  

I think about the years of maddening calculations and missteps.  The whirlpools and the hurricanes.  The lashing wind and rain.  The dark days and endless nights.

I think about the fleet of ships that journeyed at my side.  

I think about those that were lost.

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