Jes Mc D asked what I have been doing. I don't do as much as I want. Or as I should. There is never enough time to finish what I start because everything takes so much longer to accomplish than it once did. I don't post often because if MS cases were aligned along a bell curve, mine would be located on one of the tails. The one representing less severe cases. This induces guilt: how can I piss and moan when others have it so much worse? So, I stay mostly silent, but I think. I read, I try to understand the anger that occasionally rises in me about the many years to diagnosis and the suffering of others like Allen who breaks my heart in two. I also keep a notebook to collect the thoughts of those who express ideas I wish to think about or remember. Here are some (in no particular order and occasionally without the source).
Multiple Sclerosis was once called hysterical paralysis.
Susan Sontag, Illness as Metaphor: The less we understand about a disease, the more we tend to stigmatize it.
Atul Gawande (probably writing in the New Yorker on the medical profession; I believe he is an MD): Nothing is more threatening to who you think you are than a patient with a problem you cannot solve.
Megan O'Rourke in The Atlantic, Aug.15, 2019, writing on her struggle with Lyme disease: Not only did I suffer from a disease, but I suffered at the hands of a medical establishment that discredited my testimony and - simply because of my search for answers, and my own lived experience - wrote me off as a loon. In the throes of illness, cut off from the life you once lived, fearing that your future has been filched, what do you have but the act of witness? This is what it's like. Please listen, so that one day you might be able to help.
And dear Jes, perhaps there is advice for you in that old adage, let sleeping dogs lie, especially when nasty weather keeps old dogs and old gals indoors with their thoughts. I hope you're not sorry that you prodded me.