When they told me my diagnosis I thought that I would die
Tears were building up: I was trying not to cry
How could I have such an illness: I do so very much
I'm needing some inner courage and an understanding touch
Walking within a daze I was arguing with my mind
What will I be able to do: considering this new find
Struggling for some solace; I felt the dark of night
Until a voice from Heaven told me "all will be alright"
Illness is not a death sentence its just an open door
Through which one must enter and continue to explore
Everything may be challenging but not an impossibility
Life will continue as a blessing, despite my infirmity.