I was driving in the rain this weekend, feeling especially sad. My sixteen year old son is having a hard time emotionally and physically because of the effects of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, and I was just feeling hopeless. Or more accurately, thoroughly DISGUSTED. ANGRY. FRUSTRATED. I was driving along, trying not to cry. Sometimes I’m just so emotionally exhausted I don’t know how I will get out of bed the next day. I was thinking these thoughts-- I just don’t want to do