I had a dream of holding onto a string high above the ground. I begin to feel the familiar feeling I have before as my blood pressure drops. I hold on tight, but I begin to fall asleep.
I am falling. I am aware of myself on the ground. I stand up and take hold of the string again. This time I am handed a heavy cast iron pan that I have to hold while I clutch the string above the ground. My diagnosis. The very name of it weighs me down and I fall again.
This time when I get up I decide not to take the pan. I might have this disease, but I do not have to let it stop me in this moment.
Once again I grab the string. Life is so precious.
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