I can’t help but think of the newspaper in my backyard, the telegram.
It’s the only place in the world that has telegrams, and for better or worse, it is the only source of news.
It is the newspaper I read most, because it contains the news and information I need to know.
But I think of it more as a source of entertainment, a place where I can laugh at a news story and then be entertained by watching the news feed as it unfolds.
And for me, it was the source of amusement during a particularly rough period in my life.
I was diagnosed with a rare disease called chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE), a degenerative brain disease which can lead to dementia and even death.
My father had been an athlete, but my mother’s health was in shambles.
I didn’t have a dad to watch me play.
The first year I spent in the hospital, I was sent to a nursing home where I spent most of my time.
There were no beds, only a chair.
I had been playing football, but it was mostly just a distraction.
I played soccer for a while and then began going to bed.
I felt like the only person who could understand what was going on.
But after a while, I started feeling tired.
And I began to think about all the people I cared about, and the people who had died, because they were just people I was just watching, I couldn’t even get the words out.
I began thinking about the people that died in my care.
So my parents came home and they were in shock.
And my father came home with a lot of questions.
“Are you OK?”
My parents were very shocked and they asked me what I was doing in the house, and I said, “I’m sleeping.”
They said, you’re lying.
My mother said, what are you doing?
I said I’m just watching the telegram.
They said OK, you can sleep now.
They came back to the house a few hours later, and they had a heart attack.
They were so shocked, they couldn’t believe it.
My parents went to the hospital and were told that there was a terrible accident.
My grandmother died, and my parents had never even heard of her.
My grandfather died in the same accident.
So they thought I had had a stroke.
They took my grandmother’s body to the funeral home.
But they were told, my father had a brain tumour.
So the family went to another funeral home, and then I went to a funeral home in Australia.
And it was a very sad funeral, a very painful funeral.
My family went out to a church service, and when I walked in, there were just a bunch of people crying, and it was really hard for them to watch.
My dad had this strange reaction to death, and he said, ‘What’s happening to me?
Is it me?’
So I think it was something very traumatic for them, because he had never died, but he had been a fighter, and to have a body on the table that had to be taken from you, and have the body of a fighter in there, it really upset him.
So then, a few weeks later, I found out that I had the same diagnosis as my father.
My uncle died suddenly, and we had a funeral and I didn.
My cousin died and I had a family funeral, and one of the things I remember from that funeral was that I saw a man in his 50s in a wheelchair.
He had to have had a very hard time of it, and so he just started sobbing.
My aunt, she died suddenly of lung cancer.
My nephew, my aunt had cancer.
And then I found this other cousin that had just died.
My niece was about 30 years old, she had a kidney transplant and she had cancer, and she was still in hospital.
So I knew this was a really sad time in my family, and there were many times when I felt, oh my god, what am I going to do?
My uncle and I just wanted to go home, I thought.
And so I started reading all of the telexes that had come in from the hospital.
I started going through all the articles, and every time, I would look at the newsfeed, and what I would see would be a picture of the dead, their loved ones.
I remember sitting there with my dad, watching the feed, thinking, oh, my God, what is happening?
And then, I saw this picture of a girl in her 30s who had just been released from hospital.
She had a massive tumor, and at first she was doing well, and was going to be out of the hospital in a few days.
And the doctor in the operating room, who was an amazing