I bent over and couldn’t get up. As I said to the doctor, it’s as if my brain was sending signals, by nothing below my waist responded. These past several days, nothing seemed to work right. Back at home, I couldn’t get comfortable. Nothing soothed the pain, standing, sitting, or walking.
It appears I will suffer.
“Then, I shall suffer with you.”
Eventually, I will be unable to move.
“Then, I will sit with you.”
And if I die?
“Then, I shall die with you.”