Every day the alarm rings at the same time. Every day I am reminded that I have a deadly disease. And yet every day I decide to fight it. I decide to live.
It has become routine. Like the morning coffee. But the knowledge of a pill keeping me alive every single day wears heavy sometimes. Rarely, but every once in a while it peaks its ugly head out of the subconscious mind.
A repetition of a repetition of a repetition.