Never angry and never scared of my diagnosis. But some days I've swung emotionally even during a day between euphoria and heartache.
The heartache makes me cry when I think of all the people I'm blessed to love and likewise they me.
My euphoria has kept me awake sometimes for days with super active mind. Thinking of projects, possible inventions, my allotment hobby. And the fact that I'm not working. I hate being a slave to the system.
I hope I don't die.