My daily life is made up of a thousand tiny pieces---“EMF learning” “Reading Notes” “Homework Checking” “Daily exercise” “Cleaning” “Tidy up rooms” “Put everything into order” “Treatment”… each piece is so tiny, so not worthy of mentioning, and they always bump together, and it’s difficult to know where it needs to be slotted in next.

It’s hard to focus, to be organized these days, not when my memories have been eroding this way. Sometimes I caught myself thinking, as if I had no other choice but holding on to this highly-structed schedule, because if I stopped working hard, I would lose all the grips of my memoires and they would slip away pretty fast.

In the end, there would be nothing left in my mind. It’s so much more horrified than death itself.

So sometimes it’s a bit frustrating, even irritating when the others assume that you must have a laid-back life, doing nothing but count your own figures. Where all the times are going?

These pieces are part of a normal life, and it’s a blessing to be just normal, when you know that a life of these tiny pieces could be stolen in an instant, that your ordinariness could vanish in an accident or a failed treatment.

Stop thinking and Just Do It.