Seven years ago, this was the day that changed my life direction completely. Seven years ago, this is the day I’ll never actually remember.
Part of me is grateful for that storm, for that tree. If I hadn’t been running and got hit by a tree, I wouldn’t have discovered my MS when I did. I wouldn’t have gotten treatment right away. I wouldn’t have had a name for my random issues.
Part of me is bitter for that storm, for that tree. I could have gone on not knowing and been just fine. I may have made it years without any major issues. I could have lived blind and just fine.
It’s hard living with both feelings so real and powerful today. I am still learning to accept that this is my reality. I remind myself that the day of the storm didn’t define who I am, it just added one more layer to my story. I can be okay with that… some day.
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me
I am blessed with being quite clumsy at times. People have actually had their doctor write a letter to let people know that they aren’t drunk, they just have MS. It’s just one extra layer of the brain neurons not always firing quite right… do to my immune system attacking my own brain.
So with all of that said, I’m getting skilled at powering through and finding different ways of coping… especially with the giant bruise currently on my knee.
Here are just a sampling of the results of my grace due to either falling, bumping into things, reacting to meds, or who knows what
With all of those, and many more, I can choose to give in or get up.
Sundays are a day of rest… mostly because I have to recharge from the previous week.
I’m doing a lot better now that I’ve been going to the gym and working hard at staying active and healthy, but a week’s worth of energy still can take it’s toll. The hubby is still amazed at my ability to literally sleep until 1pm or later on especially tough weeks. Thankfully I have a supportive family that allows that to happen.