I’ve been browsing the forum for a few months and only recently given in to the temptation to sign up and post, but a couple of my posts have prompted some of you to ask a bit more. I’m too lazy to type individual replies, so I’d like to introduce myself…
I’m a 39yr old Glaswegian called Garry (who would’ve guessed!?), living in happy exile with the Wee Wifey somewhere in the Durham Dales. I work in IS for a major NE company where I’m employed to right wrongs, herd cats and fix things that can’t be fixed. I also look after a lot of people as a union steward and tend to be the one they call on when problems arise because I can, in most cases, fix them and make life a little bit better.
If anyone from my company is reading this then they’ll know who I am. Hi :o)
I was diagnosed with RR MS in 2001 following an optic neuritis, so I’m not someone who’s new to the illness. When I was diagnosed I was running, climbing and swimming everyday. Six years ago I was down to running 6 miles a day. Right now I’m bu****ed after climbing the stairs, have 999 on speed dial and know the paramedics by name. I got a christmas card from them on their last visit and was invited to the A&E Xmas party.
However, despite all this I have something important to say…
I love my MS. Being diagnosed with MS was the best thing that ever happened to me.
A number of you will disagree with this (I can already hear tea being spluttered over keyboards and angry letters being written to the Editor), and some of you might report this post, but tough, I’m going to say it because in a world where some people seem to play Top Trumps with their symptoms I’m an MS lover and proud. Here’s why.
I never chose MS, but for whatever reason it chose me. I have no idea why, may never know, and when I asked ‘why me?’ the answer was ‘why not?’. Might seem glib, but it’s true. Why shouldn’t it be me? Sh** happens, that’s life. So after a very enjoyable 3 month bender, some truly depressing group support sessions, and a spell in rehab with a very understanding psychologist I had a choice to make; do I give in to this disease or do I live my life?
I chose to live my life and changed it for the better.
My MS gives me a unique perspective on the problems and lifes of others. It’s made me more compassionate, patient and understanding. It’s made me more grateful for the things I have in life, and thankful that I had an opportunity to do the things that I can no longer do. I might miss being able to run 20 miles or take a hike up a mountain, but I had the chance to do them and I took it. I regret nothing.
I wake up in the morning and am thankful to have a beautiful wife next to me, and I get to tell her that I love her. I get to tell my best friend that I love her, how cool is that? We laugh together every day and although we disagree over things we’ve never argued in 9 years. Where’s the point in arguing? We’ve got much better things to do with our time together!
I have an excellent, challenging job that makes me think and allows me to make a real difference, and got it because I wanted to prove that having a disability doesn’t, and shouldn’t, prevent anyone from doing what they want to. My company has been exceptionally supportive and accomodates as many reasonable adjustments as possible, and I’ve taken those opportunities and chances. I get to help people daily and that’s really, really rewarding.
I’m also thankful that I have a very close group of friends and colleagues who support me, encourage me and understand me. They don’t mother me, they don’t exclude me, and they’re not afraid to tell me the truth, even when I don’t want to hear it.
I put time and effort into my relationships, be it with my wife, my friends and family, my work colleagues. Because they’re worth it and I’m worth it. Some of the conversations are difficult and uncomfortable, but the end result makes life so much easier and simpler because they understand how I’m feeling, and I understand how they feel. MS isn’t all about me, but me and everyone else.
My MS gives me strength and hope. I might curse it at times and it might frustrate me, and sometimes it might scare me, but I’ve never given in to it. The only way to find out what the limits of my abilities are is to push myself until I can no longer go on. And then, when I’m sitting on the couch, I see it as an opportunity to read a good book, catch up on my Sky+ list or learn something new.
I’m ridiculously stubborn and competitive, but I’ll ask for help when I need it because I can’t do it all myself. I’m not so proud that I won’t ask a stranger to open a bottle of water for me. Losing face has never killed anyone, dehydration has.
I’ve been through the full range of emotions, I’ve hit rock bottom and started to dig, but I’ve come back. I’ve done some wonderful things since being diagnosed and I’ve got more planned. By the end of this year I will be running again, even if I have to use a stick as a third leg! For no other reason than I simply believe that I can. I will.
I realised very quickly that, for me, the only way of dealing with my MS was to embrace it, invite it into my life and work with it. I choose how it makes me feel, I control how it affects me, and I take responsibility for it. I choose to be positive whenver I can, and only I can take responsibility for how I feel. My body, my rules, my choices.
Some of you may now be apopletic with anger and righteous indignation, but MS is a uniquely individual condition and this is how I handle my MS. I’m not telling you how you should feel, that this is the best way of coping, or that my way is better than yours. There is no right or wrong way to live with MS because we all have our own methods and strategies to get through each day.
So that’s most of me and it’s nice to meet you all :o)