life with RRms
Does not have to be under any circumstances bad. No, it really does not have to be. The choice as always is yours. Without a doubt, there is that a cold dark corner for "YOU_ to huddle and quiver in.
But in the words of my favourite artist, "I am here to tell that there is something else" Find your something else. Twenty years now I have had several something else's. It never stops, the constantly searching for something new. I spent my 30's finding her, my 40's saving for my 50th birthday, now I look forward to writing to "YOU. My 50s I am not sure yet In my 20's I was going to become an international airline pilot. I guess life had other plans for me, just like it might have other plans for "YOU" I am not sure that I can know what the plans are, merely to keep myself as healthy as I can, and be ready for the next opportunity, whenever it might arrive. No matter what it might be.
This illness is a hiccup. An unexpected sharp left turn. Relapsing-remitting ms (RRms) allowed me to find something that I did not know I was looking for, Perhaps with your eyes open, something may find "YOU" Perhaps the greatest honour, is to be a ray of hope for the next generation.
Never allow this condition to put "YOU" to the floor. Bend like bamboo, bend hard but never break, take your time and bounce back, a little wiser, a little stronger and a maybe a little more resilient. This condition is never the end of your story. There is more to write. Make it a good one, a tale told through the generations of your family.
Royce
Just one step at a time is all it takes
