When I was diagnosed with R/R MS, my parents didn’t get upset. The first reaction from them both was—“You didn’t get that from my side!” I was in a daze and didn’t really care what their reactions were. Nor did I care about my friends reactions. All I could do was focus on my own.
I was devastated. I was scared, angry and very sad. I had a million things going through my head. For instance; would I die young? Am I going to see my children grow up? Will I see them get married and have children? There was so much on my plate that honestly a bomb could’ve gone off and I wouldn’t have cared.
Presently, things have calmed down. I am a stronger woman because of this ugly disease.
I don’t take things for granted and I don’t tolerate any bullshit. If someone is toxic I stay away.
When one has MS we have to ‘try’ to keep the stress down. Stress likes to wake up the fucking Monster! We can’t have that.
For a long time I thought I was the only one with MS. I mean I lived almost 13 years thinking I was the ONLY one. I knew that couldn’t be. I was right!
Last month, an aunt and her daughter—were BOTH diagnosed with MS! Imagine that!? Now that makes 3 of us with MS!
Oh—and Dad—you lose! It’s from YOUR side! I really don’t give a shit where I got MS. I am just happy to know that I am not alone.
Thank you Angels and Stan for being part of my life!