an attack of the immune system. i just don’t know how it will affect me… or when… and that’s precisely why everyone i know wants me to start treatment. starting treatment as in beginning yesterday. but the fact is, they are not me. they love me and care about me, but they don’t know what i’m going through. those i love — god bless them — don’t know how this feels… the fear… the unknown. i can compare it to a needed surgery that’s been put off… i can compare it to blood/sugar level chart that is no longer filled in. i can compare it to anything, but the fact 