Thoughts on a hard day!

This is the 15th anniversary of my dear friend Connie's diagnosis with PPMS, the worst kind you can have.  She went from a very active, fulfilling life to one of being confined, and pretty much unable to do anything from the neck down.  She is a positive force for those of us who know her, and seldom complains.  Losing our independence (or illusion of it) is so very hard.  Connie continues to reach out to others, stay politically active, and compassionate.  Don't know how she does it, but find her uplifting.  She's the one person who, when told I have PD, simply replied in all caps "THAT SUCKS".
I am so grateful that with all of PD's erratic and weird symptoms it is not MS, ALS, etc.  I hope in my heart I find the courage that so many on this board have, to live my life fully and with joy in each moment/hour/day, and not to worry about what's to come.  That's not living.
Grateful for Connie, and for everyone on this board.  It's a God send.