Last month marked the four year anniversary of me being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. At first, I only shared the diagnosis with my family and those close to me. It wasn’t because I was ashamed or anything. It was more due to the fact I really didn’t know how-the-fuck to explain the ways this disease might encumber my life. Upon returning from the neurologist that Friday, I did some internet research trying to piece together a layman's description of MS and it just led me down a rabbit hole testifying to the dicey ways of the sickness. Sadly, my research did not yield an explanation. Rather, it just made me more confused. Some people seemed to live normal lives uninterrupted by relapses or symptoms while others had a swift progression into being bedridden and heavily dependent on others. As I went deeper and deeper, the uncertainty of this incurable ailment a doctor informed me I had just a few hours ago became apparent. At some point, I just gave up and cried. The only bit of advice that seemed to be universally championed by both sufferers and doctors alike was: ELIMINATE STRESS.
YOU CAN ONLY GET SCLEROSIS ONCE! DICE SAID SO!
YOU CAN ONLY GET SCLEROSIS ONCE! DICE SAID…
YOU CAN ONLY GET SCLEROSIS ONCE! DICE SAID SO!
Last month marked the four year anniversary of me being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. At first, I only shared the diagnosis with my family and those close to me. It wasn’t because I was ashamed or anything. It was more due to the fact I really didn’t know how-the-fuck to explain the ways this disease might encumber my life. Upon returning from the neurologist that Friday, I did some internet research trying to piece together a layman's description of MS and it just led me down a rabbit hole testifying to the dicey ways of the sickness. Sadly, my research did not yield an explanation. Rather, it just made me more confused. Some people seemed to live normal lives uninterrupted by relapses or symptoms while others had a swift progression into being bedridden and heavily dependent on others. As I went deeper and deeper, the uncertainty of this incurable ailment a doctor informed me I had just a few hours ago became apparent. At some point, I just gave up and cried. The only bit of advice that seemed to be universally championed by both sufferers and doctors alike was: ELIMINATE STRESS.