Okay, now a slight problem has occurred with the DN, sweetheart that he is, he's given to the impression that because I have MS, I might just drop dead tomorrow. Or next week he could be called upon to help change his aunty's diapers.... Poor kid, considering I was up walking around, didn't even need my cane yesterday and he's scared something terrible is going to happen to me. I thought my sister had talked to her kids about it, (she loves drama it would have been right up her alley) but either she didn't, or she did but went to the overly dramatic side.

I calmed him down about the possibility of me dying in the near future, and nixed any thoughts if him "EVER" changing a wet nappy on his aunt... "NEVER!!!" Going to happen. Never...ever...ever........ever....

But while I can explain how it's a degenerative disease, yada yada, here's all the things that 'can' happen with it. I can't really reassure him that today I'll be up bouncing around like yesterday, or even know what state I might be in whenever he decides to fully leave the family nest. I'm finding it a little difficult to explain things to him without freaking him out that there's something 'terribly wrong!' with his aunty or giving him unrealistic delusions that I might not be able to live up to.

The last time we really hung out, I was still the fun aunty, larger than life and more a kid than they were even though I was already starting my decline. But could hide it slightly by their being old enough to take the risks I convinced them to do, rather than continuing to be their personal stunt man. And he's at that awkward age where he's an adult-kid. So he takes the strangest things to heart and can't comprehend other things. Though I guess I need to figure something out soon, since my step-daughter will be coming along next to give me the third degree. She's already desperately saving up money to come and visit just in case anything should happen... When did all these kids start engraving my tombstone?