RE: My last days with mitochondria
I was diagnosed 8 years ago, but i dont want this to be about mitochondria; rather about my dying a very painful and slow death. Bringing you upto date: cant walk unadded for more then 20m, loss of balance and legs give in, this disease is killing me, in that the mitochondria in my cells, which give them energy is not working any more, also referred to as immune deficiency disease,.
I want to share with you my journey to the end, when ever that may be; last 4 days its felt as if it was around the corner; pain and systems vary from person to person (remember if you want to know more about the mitochondria, look it up) this is about me dealing with the symptoms thereof, as and when body willing ill try and share my experiences with you, hoping somebody may at least in some way benefit from my story, now pain getting so bad cant carry on, sorry so short but also got to get used to this thing im doing myself and struggling to work out steemit, becuase cognitive disfunction is one of the systems.....tommorow than.
6th July 20:30pm, saw my Christian friend today, as i had asked for help sometime ago; after seeing him on 5 different occasions, as i had previously told him; i had been with God, in his light in a very special way, a story for later; however, the issue was and still is, as i told my friend, howcome He doesent heal me, i believe beyound doubt; of cuase i do, i was with Him. So is it not possible, that my time is up, and im supposed to go home (die) i mean what about 'just type Priests died from cancer on google and see what comes up' so they believed, why dident God heal them? Im dying, im reminded all the time, im never ever not in pain, bad pain, my pain meds include morphine, im loosing wait; look i struggle with ever movement, from the tips of my fingers to my toes, and yes typing is very difficult and my wrist gets the pain. Im trying to explain to you, the reader, my state of 'physical being ' in the hope, that what i write further will make sense, ok tyred, and getting to sore, so till the morn; and my story starts in essence, iamstephen