Greetings good people, a wee question! Why does the anniversary of 2 years since the beginning of the rest of my life feel so important or rather so questionable?
Two years ago, all the sensory stuff that led to my diagnosis kicked of to the day. I have coped fairly well - really well considering the changes I have had to terms with including the loss of two of the activities that were so important to me - hill walking and badminton. There have been some relapses needless to say, none of them really drastic - touch wood but that slow and steady errosion of abilities leave their mark.
I guess I have a lot to be grateful for, that positive outlook and the other options I have made as replacement that almost fill the gap - my camera is my blessing and i have an opportunity to maybe make some pocket money out of it as well. I am looking at dropping a day at work as well to make it easier.
I guess what I am saying is the MonSter is a right royal pain in the butt but I have made some excellent new friends on the forum here and thanks to Facebook - I have also discarded some folks who offered nothing but grief - sol long suckers lol.
So lets raise a glass to the MonSter - happy birthday to you, as they say 'Slainte'