Arthiritis...my enemy,my friend

Arthiritis is a disease that attacks your muscles.Your joints ,to be precise.Without any cause or reason,it attacks you.And in a few days,your life changes for ever.For people who think artiritis happens only to old people,heres a fact.My father,the dearest man in the world was diagnosed with it when he was just 37.Do you know what its like to suffer from pain everyday?Things that we take for granted,become so damn impossible.A simple thing like liftng a pen from the floor requires so much effort.I hate this disease and everything that goes with it.I hate the fact that its incurable.I hate the fact that it causes so much discomfort,to the person,and everyone related to him.I hate the painkillers one has to take.I hate that I cant do anything about it.
My father is the most wonderful person I know.I dont think he must have ever done anything wrong.To me,he's perfect.So why does someone like him have to suffer?But then someone once told me,bad things happen to good people.Guess it must be true.My father is a fighter.Arthiritis has tought him,and all of us to never give up no matter what.So my dad does everything a normal person would do.While bearing the sometimes excrutiating pain.This very fact makes me love him even more.
Someone once told me,things are more powerful,when u write them down.I want my father's pain to subside as much as possible.I'm trusting the universe to do this for him.