The Great NetXperiment!

I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.

There has been a lot of water under the bridge since then. Some of it murky and full of rubbish, but in the last 4 years it has cleared and is quite pleasant to swim in.

After diagnosis I wrote a great piece on having my first MRI and submitted it to an internet writing site. If I recall rightly it won second prize for true story that month. I have been looking desperately for that site to put the story in here but my memory has erased the URL and many Google searches have failed to find it.

I was 34, had two children, was living in a long term relationship and working full time.

Seven years later the only things that have changed are my age, who I work for and the name of the long term partner.

There has been a lot to come to terms with in that seven years. The first couple were filled with grief. Even though I had known for a looooong time something was wrong with me, finally having a name was a blessing and a curse. The next few years were tentative steps back to self confidence and the last couple have been me going full steam ahead and never mind the gangbusters (or however the saying goes).

This being pulled up, like a dog running out of leash, has completely swept my feet from beneath me.

This was never meant to happen. I am not like this. I am invincible and indestructable. I can do it ALL with a smile and an incurable disease.

Bummer.