Anytime I get depressed, I think about my Grandfather and how after the Korean War, he was left alone without a family and very little money and somehow managed to start a business in spite of it all. It's this knowledge that drives me to push onwards, well-aware that too many generations before me have sacrificed too much for me to give up now.
When he died in 2007, I've never felt so completely useless. After years of being an engineer and confident in being able to "fix" things, I was confronted with a problem that I could not solve. It is at this point that I came to the realization that death and illness are not negotiable.