My day goes on, on and on. This disease I have goes on and on. It never stops. The medicine I take only slows it down, sometimes, and my day goes on and on. The days become weeks, year and decades, but still, the disease runs rampant through my body.
I do not know where it came from, I do not know why me. Nobody knows and nobody can make it go away, yet, it goes on and on. I have to find within me a strength that I do not know I had. It is one thing for others to say "You and do this", but it is another thing to do it. I doubt myself, I am not special. I am just me. I do not know, can I?
My day goes on and on, like every day. I will just do one more day than another. I think I can, all I have to do is one more day than another. I can do that, that is not so hard
Royce (your ms brother and writer)
one more day, YOU can do that
