The diagnosis of a life-changing, incurable illness is, for an astonishing lack of a better phrase, life-changing. As I slowly made my way down the road to multiple sclerosis, I lost many things.
Friends. Family. Doctors. An empty medicine cabinet. My dignity. I grieved all I was losing. From being able to walk a normal gait or wake without spasms to losing control of my pinky fingers or having electric zaps in my feet and hands.
Days without mind-splitting pain and days of wearing cute shoes. Crushing anxiety and embarrassment. My mood swings and lash outs when I feel overwhelmed or just plain forgotten.
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