The Road.
8 years is a long time. Its nearly a decade. Its made of almost 3,000 days... It has been 8 years, 2 months and 22 days since Parklen first showed symptoms of illness. It has been a long road. So, So long... I can remember most parts of it....more than I wish I did. Its a road that has been made up of hills and valleys, of pot holes and construction. 7 years ago this very month Parklen was diagnosed with a rare disorder. It was a relief after over a year of illness with no explanation....I felt like a weight had been lifted. The road was bound to grow wide and bright... We ran with that diagnosis for some time. There was monthly trips to Denver, terrible drug infusions that kept him alive but made him feel awful. We spent weeks upon weeks and months upon months in a hospital. Infection upon infection...illness after illness. Surgery after surgery... He grew more and more ill as the days passed... And it was made known, that the diagnosis was not correct.