Today my terminal illness is progressively worse, maybe tomorrow I will feel much better. When I get ill, I have no strength even to stand, but because I am so used to the sickness I have learnt to cope with the internal pains' of durational weakness. When I have sickness I feel weakness, of light and heavy side effects' of this condition. This means that I have to support myself with wall-aids' and extra fitting supports', to carry my heaviness that also feels feathery light headiness'. Todays not a good day for feeling well for myself.