Each day that goes by, I realize how much I had adjusted my expectations; assuming I had Huntington's Disease. The test results are slowly sinking in. It's a bit like when someone dies . . . you go through your day, think of something you want to tell them, and realize you can't anymore. You gradually reprogram your brain to the new reality.
I used to expect to live into my 90s, like many in my family.
or hoping for, a much earlier death.
(way in the future!)
no unanswered question hovering in my mind.
Heightened awareness . . . meditation . . .
are helpful . . .
have not been so "lucky".
aware of present or future suffering, of those I love.