As he carried me up the staircase, I gripped his shoulder for balance. It was becoming our nightly routine, another reminder of my crippling disease. Only two months had passed since I lost my ability to walk. Eight weeks of endless tests and doctor visits left us with more questions than answers.
Pain wracked my body as my husband tenderly tucked me into bed. It was going to be another long night. As he turned off the light and left the room, I felt the light in my soul growing dim.
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