Being diagnosed with MS put my life in perspective. It’s made me realise that I’m not as invincible as I once thought. It took me a long time to realise that if I was going to stand a chance of self preservation, I had to try and find “the funny” in the everyday, don’t let the bugger get you down!
MS has robbed me of my self titled super woman status. I can’t juggle all of the plates all of the time, like I used to, I am, but a mere mortal after all!! I always thought I was the epitome of the ever ready bunny, nothing could stop me, but it’s now dawned on me that MS has turned me into a fucking Weeble, wobbling and stumbling my way through the day – how did that irritating advert lyric go? “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down” – oh yes they bloody do, frequently – Iv’e weebled, I’ve wobbled and now I can’t get up!!!
A positive addition to all the bollocks that goes hand in hand with this illness, is that I have made some brilliant connections with a wonderful online MS community, that have had a truly positive impact on my perception of this shitty disease. You can laugh, in the face of adversity – no one will judge you! No two of us have the same symptoms, and no two of us experience MS in the same way, so all our stories are different, It’s kinda like being handed a giant bag of MS flavoured pick-n- mix, but MS decides what you get. There’s nothing sweet in that bag, they are all sour by the way! Just when you think you have a handle on things, “Boom” MS sticks its sticky little mitts back into the bag of symptoms again and chucks another one your way.
MS has made me realise that I need to live in the moment – and appreciate those moments – because no one knows what what obstacles life will throw at you. MS has made me want to find adventures and try new things, a life without limits – “ha ha –fooled you!” the reality is that I’m sad that MS means there are limitations to my life and I’ll never reach my full potential. No idea what the hell that was, but I’d like to have had a bloody good stab at trying to reach it. Ive come to the conclusion that MS must be of the female persuasion, cos life’s a bitch, only a woman could be this mean – Im being bullied and no matter how much I fight her, she’ll only knock me down again – hence… sense of humour essential!
Yes, this disease made me want to eat healthier and exercise more… now I’m digressing, I’ll save that doozy for another day!