The Ugly (Is that Me)
Who dat in the mirror?
It seemed like overnight the ravages of the disease took over, mentally and physically altering my appearance. I went through extremes of emotion even contemplating suicide. As if sensing it my daughter insisted on being with me when I tried to drop her off to her father. Being a person of faith it wasn't long before the strength of God shored up my mental issues and along with love and encouragement of family and friends I was managing to hang in there. But I was also dealing with a very tough and devastating issue. My face had changed dramatically. I no longer recognized the woman in the mirror. Surely this was not me? Through tears I acknowledged I was no great beauty but had had my fair share of attention but now? The disease had taken over, change taking place so subtly I failed to notice. The image in the mirror explained the concern and amazement of family and friends upon looking at me. I was ugly, skeletal, white spotted and going bald. I was stiff, had limited range of motion in my arms and my neck looked too tiny to hold my heavy head but nobody said a word. Can you feel the love?