Either they were very supportive or they did not talk about it and encouraged me to not even think about it. Many easily offered their opinions as to whether or not I should test. Some were very forward about it. Consequently, I talked very little during those years about this disease. I began to wonder if people really did care about my mom when they would ask about her or if they were just being polite.
Body language tells much more than words.
I also was aware that some might be looking at me for symptoms. I became very selective about those I shared with. I never wanted to dump on or be a burden to anyone. I began to ask God to give me the strength to keep walking this road. I recall days when I was feeling my weakest only to have the telephone ring with a loved one on the other end with a word of encouragement that just seemed to lift the clouds.