Today really is a black dog day for me and I just need to bleat a little. Dxd last June, ambulance into A&E with right side paralysis Saturday morning, told I have RRMS Monday morning. Relapse in September left me with significant walking difficulty and use a crutch. Second mri brain in Feb this year showed no change since first one last year. Delighted! However, since then I am needing to use a wheelchair when I’m outside. Only this week actually. Reading up on it on here, all the signs are pointing to RRMS. I’M 56 btw. I feel this whole MS thing has got a gallop on and gone from 0 to 60 in no to at all.
The tears flowed this morning. I’m scared I suppose. Mobility deteriorated so quickly. Thankfully we live in a small bungalow/cottage without a mortgage, but we do have an acre of garden! My wonderful husband does a lot but today I’ve had a bit of a reality check. He has fibromyalgia for 10 years now and it’s taken him a long time to come to terms with the things he can no longer do. I’ve taken a trip down the “what if” road today. What if it’s PPMS, what if I get so much more disabled, what if I have to give up driving, what if we both struggle with shopping, cooking, housework etc. He tells me not to worry, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, IF we come to it. I’m a worrier by nature anyway! He tells me he doesn’t mind the extra load and so far, we’re doing okay. I’m no longer the active, happy, outgoing person I was and I’m angry. I think I’ve hit the “why me” phase. Normal feelings? Thanks for bearing with me anyone who’s reading this far.