It's been four years since I was diagnosed. I am unable to get out of my wheelchair, or pet my own dog, or breath on my own. I am suffer a great amour and I wish it would all just end... But yet, even though all this pain, I am happier than ever. My parents got back together to help me, and my sister came back to see me even after we agreed never to speak again. Even Make-A-Wish stopped by and was willing to grant me anything I wanted. And you know what I asked for? I didn't want a trip to disney, or to meet my idol, or even to get a bunch of money... All I wanted was to know that my life wasn't meaningless. to know that I did something significant. So after I die, my body is going to science to help research A.L.S and eventually help find a cure. That is my wish.
And to anyone reading this journal... Know that even if you're faced with death, you are not alone. You are not insignificant.