A friend of a friend has this disease. It was shocking the first time we met. She has to be covered from head to toe to help avoid injury from bumping into thin

A friend of a friend has this disease. It was shocking the first time we met. She has to be covered from head to toe to help avoid injury from bumping into things. Her voice is hoarse and raw. Her fingers have worn off, down to mere nubs. But she gets around without too much assistance. She feeds herself, using what's left of her fingers. And she doesn't complain. When I feel sorry for myself because not everything in my life has gone the way I hoped it might, I think of her and realize I really have it pretty easy.