Mt. Everest.

I made a pledge with a close friend to climb Mt. Everest a while ago, I have always wanted to climb Everest. I know how much preparation is involved, all the climbing equipment, stamina and training etc. Also gain experience from climbs like Kilimanjaro, some peaks in New Zealand and South America too.
An Aunt said to me that this is my own Mt. Everest. The more I think about it the more it's true. I new what hardship was before this affliction, this has put a new meaning to the word 'difficult'. It has been difficult to breaking point in every aspect.
In fact there have been times when I thought freezing your bits off on a mountain was not so bad compared to this.
On the eve of treatment I am a mix of emotions like anxious, tired, scared, apprehensive, confused, etc.
Because there is so little known about this illness I have had to come to terms with the fact that nothing may happen when I undergo treatment.
But that is so hard.
My two children are so exited at the prospect of me being well again. Their outlook has been so good and positive. Which is helpful to say the least.
I had to explain to them that it might not be successful. (children see with such uncorrupted simplicity, if only things were that easy).
Meanwhile all I can do is think about what I will do if the treatment is a success.