Hello world so since the last time we spoke a lot has happened. I'll try to talk about everything, but if I don't get to it all I'm sure I will some time in the near future. As I write this I must inform you that I am on a flight back to Atlanta. My mother and I spent a couple of days in Los Angeles visiting my sister and attending an NMO convention they were having out there. Let me start off with the good stuff. LA is awesome. I love the city. Love the vibe. It's like a whole new world a world different from that of Atlanta, Ga. The best way I've been expressing the city so far "It's different not a bad different more like a breath of fresh air different. I only got to see the city for one day and it was pretty much from the passenger seat of my sisters car. Half because my stomach felt horrible all day and I didn't want to have to waste time getting out and stuff I wanted to see it all in the time I had. But from what I saw I was intrigued and I hope to visit again in the near future. I also have to go back and visit my sister more it was quite apparent she missed us. By the way she is doing very well for herself out there. She lives in a beautiful apartment in downtown LA walking distance from Dodger Stadium and no more than 5 min from where the Lakers play. I have to I was impressed, proud and jealous all at the same time. Impressed because I always knew she was making big moves out there but to see it is totally different. Proud because this is my sister we are talking about here. I almost got on the social networks to show off the pictures of her place, but I didn't. And jealous because I wanted to be the one to get away and do my own thing, or at least want it also. Before my last relapse that was my goal. My goal was get a good paying job, and eventually move out my parents house to somewhere out of my element to somewhat start over. I even wanted to see the world at one point and time. I can remember when I was younger trying to sign up for the Air Force behind my parents back. Then once it was close to time for me to go all I was going to do was say was "l already signed to go. I have to go now." But once they found out about my disease they turned me down. Seeing my sister in this new city just brought on the same old feelings of why does it have to be me, I'll never get to do that, and hating my current situation, basically the same old song and dance more or less. After a while I started to get depressed and that feeling is still lingering around to be honest. As for the NMO convention it was a range of things. If I had to sum it up I would say it was boring, informative and depressing. Boring because some of the things they talk about I had no clue what they were talking about. So I would dose off from time to time or just play on my phone. Informative because when I did understand what they were talking about I learned a lot of good information, like the possibility of a cure. It was depressing because a lot of that good information that I learned made me have to reevaluate some of the thoughts in my head or future ideas I had for myself. I will give you an example; they say that it hasn’t been fully proven that NMO is a hereditary disease. But from what they are seeing it seems like most people who have it usually have family members who also have some type of autoimmune diseases. Anyone who knows me knows I want a son. More than a wife or girlfriend I want a son. But to have to see your kid struggle with some type of autoimmune disease and to know that you had something to do with the struggles your kid is going thru I’m not sure how I can handle that. Why bring a child into this world to know the possibility is great of him going through some of the same problems you are going through or worse for me to do something like that would be selfish. I don’t have to have a seed that bad. After hearing things like that I mentally checked and had to go back up to my hotel room for a while. Still overall it was a great trip. I’m happy I went and hope to get out of town more in the future. I realized from this trip I don’t leave Atlanta to often and that’s not good.
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