The Mott's have a genetic flaw that has been passed down by the generations. The blood I have was doomed from birth. To this day there is not a cure for the illness I inherited. I found out my grandfather had it, someone who was called Uncle Henry who lived upstairs and rarely came out of his room, my biological father and his sister, my brother and all of my first cousins. We are all on the same type of medication and try to stay in a recovery process. Regretfully, the disease is too strong to overcome. I had all the symptoms of a brain tumor causing the left side of my body to go numb. Neurologists were baffled until they learned about my genetic flaw. The disease has grown stronger in me, making me weaker. Everyday requires a cocktail of drugs that puts me out for 2 to 3 hours a day. It hurts. I take the medication at night too. It hurts sometimes but isn't like the morning dose. Its like being forced in to hell 3 - 4 hrs per day. From the perspective of the Bible and myself being ordained its "paying for the sins of your father." So be it. I hope the price that I pay on a daily reconciles the actions of the past.
But to the World I am a Mott, who is now not.
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