One of These Angels

I think its about time I share this personal story, my special connection with one of the most amazing people I have ever known!
Ever since I was a little boy, I was fascinated by her enthusiasm, love for life, passion and care.
Meet, Claude. One of the dearest and closest people to my heart. An aunt like no other, I've always known her to be "sick" crippled by the dreadful MS in her feet, she is slowly fighting an endless battle with her own body.

Multiple sclerosis (abbreviated MS) is an inflammatory disease in which the fatty myelin sheaths around the axons of the brain and spinal cord are damaged, leading to demyelination and scarring as well as a broad spectrum of signs and symptoms.

Simply put, MS affects the ability of nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord to communicate with each other. Although much is known about the mechanisms involved in the disease process, the cause remains unknown.Yes, its right THERE IS NO CURE for MS yet.

The progress, severity, and specific symptoms of MS are unpredictable and vary from one person to another.  CLICK HERE for more info.

From early in my life I've noticed how supportive she is to everyone, forgetting about her own self to go about and help any other person. She's the fighter, the support system and powerful surge of positive force helping, passionately uplifting and supporting everyone around!
Her laugh is contagious, her spirit fills the room.

During the years, I've seen her go from "cannot walk well" stages to "wheelchair" stage. I've seen her at her worse, on a hospital bed (knowing her body is self degrading, so problems arise) but there is one incident that will stay with me forever.
During the period when I was in a coma (back in 2006) she was there, with me, in the room every single morning. She was supporting everyone, bringing positive news, helping my mom keep calm (with all her heart). She was the strong fighter I've always known her to be, my fighter angel. She used to climb the stairs on the wheelchair, ask to be carried around to get to my bedside. She believed in me, and still does. BUT just as I got back to normal, her body let go of her, she cracked....all the stress she kept inside, all the power she showed to the world lead her to shatter. a few weeks after I got back to normal, she enters the hospital with several "issues to fix".

There will never be enough emotions, and words to describe what this means to me. But as I've always done ever since I was a little boy, I pray for you Claude, for the magnificent person you are. For you have shown the world that no matter the challenge you will make it through cos you WANT that.
I love our talks, sharing my personal beliefs, ideas, thoughts with you. I don't really know how to describe you, nor how to thank you, my fighter angel.

You are the proof that joy will be with everyone when they want it to.

To everyone reading this,
May the joy be with you.

You

The most common ego identifications have to do with possessions, the work you do, social status 
and recognition, knowledge and education, physical appearance, special abilities, relationships, person 
and family history, belief systems, and often also political, nationalistic, racial, religious, 
and other collective identifications.

None of these is you.
Eckhart Tolle