It has taken what is dearest to me

This disease did not just stop my life in its tracks it's also taken from me. It knew what would hurt me worst, somehow it knew.

My miscarriage was first. My baby so tiny.  Its little body being overtaken by the unwelcome and evil foreign bacteria inside my body.  It took my baby.  So far I have not found a way to blame myself for that loss, maybe I will later.

It's taken my choice.  My choice to have another child or not.  It took that decision from me it, it's not mine to make anymore.

Its taken my energy. The core of what I need  to take care of my own children, to teach children, to foster or adopt.  Its taken theses dreams I've had since a child, crumpled them like a peice of paper and thrown them in the fire.

Its taken my children's health and immune system and torn it apart worn it down.  Its caused my children to cry out in pain for months hiding itsf away so no doctor could find.

There is nothing kind or possibly merciful about this disease.  It does not care. But it knows what will  hurt you most and rips it away.