All the books I’ve been looking for, or subject matter I’ve looked into…
…all in my hands, now.
All the things I’ve said or dreamed in the past few years…
…I can see them coming true, finally.
All the things I’ve feared and dreamed would be my future after being diagnosed with RRMS…
…are falling away to hope and triumph.
I was told on confirmation of the ER CT scan after I “lost” my left side that i has relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis, that I would be on injections for the rest of my life, and that I should expect to be in a wheelchair within a couple of years.
Fuck you, quack neurologist.
I have a healthy two-year-old son the size of an average five-year-old, who picks up random knowledge like nothing else. I have a supportive husband who works his ass off so I can stay at home with our boy take care of the house, and myself. I drive, I play, I walk without a cane. I cart around 55-lb bags of dog food with only a little more effort than it used to be when I lived at the barn and cared for 40+ horses. I cook most meals for the family. I clean up after four adults, a toddler, and a 115-lb German Shepherd on a daily basis.
I am shifting from gluten-free to grain-free and paleo, in an adjustment to be on The Wahls Protocol, and get off of a pharmaceutical product. I am getting up at 0545 in the morning to exercise myself and the SDiT.
I have canes; occasionally, I need one. I’m not ashamed to say so. But that doesn’t mean that I’m a cripple, or that I can’t do C25K. I just have to be a little more careful. But I can do anything I put my mind to – we all can, with or without cog fog. Don’t let MS, or anything else win. Own it.