My story isn’t that dramatic or anything. It started with knee pain, which the doctor passed off as a pinched nerve. It took eighteen months and two episodes before they would say it was MS.
At first I was really afraid of the future. People had told me that the first 10 years you do pretty good and then it goes downhill from there. That scared me.
I learned I couldn’t think about it. I couldn’t think to the future. I don’t want to say I’m more positive than I was before, But I am more grateful.
I love the outdoors and biking and hiking in the mountains. I know going will wear me out. And I’ll have a tougher time recovering. But I’m going to get out for as long as I can.
I’m going to think about right now. Today. And make what I have good.