
MS sometimes can bring me to my knees. I don’t mean from pain. I just mean from the mind and body controlling aspect of the disease. Sometimes it’s as if MS has become my husband and I am its dutiful wife. When MS tells me it’s time to sleep, I go to sleep. I sit down because MS says it’s time to take a break. MS is always telling me what to do. The worst part is when I defy MS by making my own choices or when I refuse to listen, I usually pay the price with crippling symptoms.

If it is true that without suffering and pain happiness is not fully appreciated, we with MS must have a blissful future ahead of us.
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