Someone asked what it felt like to have an obnoxious disease and no one seeming to do anything about it
I took the question to my FTD forum – especially Susan, John, Elizabeth, Jan and Linda took it and we all batted the idea around and came up with this.
An army of guinea pigs, with a lance, little helmets, a couple needles hanging off our butt, an IV or 2 on some, riding hippos at great speed, watching the oncoming lemmings run toward the cliff, because someone yells “No cure! No treatment! Terminal!! No studies!! Hopeless!!!”
Guinea Pigs, you’re time is here. Rise up!! (adjusting my own mask, fluffing out my cute Guinea Pig bottom.) Unite!! Susan, set the signal!!
It’s not over, we’ve just begun!!!
My prayers go out to you Vicki. I’ve been directing my friends on Facebook to your site every time you post something so that they can be praying for you.
You are an encouragement to all of us. (as well as a good source of humor when you post things like this one.) God bless you.
Thanks, Sir Richard!!! I am so grateful for all your prayers and making people laugh, just a bit ;o) So far, my funny bone is just fine, thank you.
THANKS! My dad has FTD and reading your blog lets me understand what he’s going through.