Yesterday was 8 years since my diagnosis
It was also 4 months since my birthday
So I was 35 years & 4 months, and 8 years M.S
I’ve come a long way
I remember, before I had my treatment, seeing my neurologist, and him saying ‘look at these people waiting to see me, not all of them are walking with a stick - one day that will be you’ And I laughed…scoffed at his words, because I felt like there was only one direction for me, and that was down
But he was right
I haven’t walked with a stick for 7 years
So I guess what I’m saying is, stay strong
It feels so hard and desolate in the beginning, but things can change
And here I am, 35 years old and 8 years since diagnosis and I’m still here, kicking and screaming
The future is not certain
But I feel somewhat hopeful