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Hi, my name is Kazu. I like Writing and I like Athletics.
I am running down the road I suddenly tripped over.
I come home with a scatch on my knee.
My mummy begins to worry. I tell her I am fine.
She sighs and says ok.
I am at school. When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.
I am sent to the sickbay. Then I am sent home.
Mummy takes me to the doctors.
The doctors tell mummy something. Mummy starts to cry.
I tell her it's ok. I'm not going to die.
She tells me I am starting. Starting to be slower.
I don't know what it means. But I have become sick.
I tell mummy it's ok. I will become better.
Mummy starts to cry. Do I have cancer?
Mummy says no. Then what do I suppose.
As a year had past. I struggle to walk.
My speech is getting slower. It's hard for me to talk.
My friends like to help me. My classmates like to run.
But I have to sit down. And watch them have fun.
Then one day my teacher. Comes to see mummy.
Daddy comes out. And starts to get all snotty.
The teacher tells my parents. I can no longer go to school.
My motion is too slow. I ask the teacher slowly.
I am sorry I am useless. I start to cry and beg her.
I want to go to school. The teacher gives a smile.
And tells me she is sorry. The school cant really help me.
The words were so cruel. The day I had to leave.
My friends and classmates cried. The boys upon the windows.
Wave to me goodbye.
I smile and sit in the car. I am taken to a school.
A school with special people. Just like me and you.
I start to have some fun. I made a lot of friends.
As many years passed again. I talk too slow to understand.
I cannot run anymore. And I struggle to even stand.
I cannot write in my diary. My motion is too slow.
Then one day I am sent. To the hospital again.
Now many years have passed. I lie in a warm bed.
I cannot move my body. I cannot move again.
I talk very slowly. I cannot move my head.
My mummy sits there crying. My daddy looks depressed.
I ask my mummy sadly. Am I going to die.
My mother holds my hand. Yells and starts to cry.

A few more years later.

I have to shut my eyes. I cannot talk or move. I seem to have died.

Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.

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