I hate this disease today. I woke up this morning with a cough and feeling like I had been hit in the chest with a 2x4. May be getting sick, may be nothing... you never know. I just hate having a good run and seeing it crash. Through no fault of my own. I pray that it's just a one day thing. I know it may be. I know that it may not be. I gather my strength, I pray, and I try. But I also whine, I kick, I moan, I scream. It's natural.