Sergio, my amigo,
Accept MS, jeje, not bloody likely. She’s not my friend. I don’t have to like her. One day she just moved in, I didn’t even invite her out on a date, never mind any romance. She (you see I remember MS is female in Spain!) just moved in on my life.
Regardless, once in, she made free with my body. Abusing it according to what she wanted. No asking ‘can I do this, or that’, just going ahead and stealing my health, my money (disability costs money and that’s without the effect on my earning potential), she even wrecked my sex life!
But for you, everything is different. So many years have gone past since she invited herself in on me. Today the drugs are better (which we’ve talked about before). You are so much less likely to be seriously disabled than me. You probably won’t lose your marbles (I assume you are familiar with that technical term!) overnight. Medical advances are still continuing to change your likely future.
Ultimately, I’ve had to just about, begrudgingly, give the bltch house room. But even though I’m quite seriously disabled and even have some cognitive damage (shhhh, don’t tell my husband, he thinks I’m sane and have a fully functioning brain!), that really doesn’t mean it will happen to you.
You know you feel like there’s a big mountain of shit just dumped on you (never mind landed in front of you), it kind of still feels like that 24 years later. But I am still me. You will still be you. A clever, funny, good looking (that’s my assumption and I assume you agree), sexy boy with the world at his feet.
I honestly feel that once you either get on a good DMD, or HSCT (if that’s what you end up getting) you will be fine. You’ll go back to your normal life, MS won’t go away completely, but it will recede. Accept it if you can, and if you can’t or won’t, then you just coexist.
Sue x