My life at the minute, on the edge of autonomic dysreflexia every day at present, pain beyond any other, I’m not afraid of Dying, I’m afraid of losing dexter… when my head feels like it’s cracking open the thoughts I have are I’m ready to go.. but all he gets me though everyday, he is my keeper, I’m not his owner, he keeps me fighting through the unbelievable pain of autonomic dysreflexia