By Debra Jo Myers
An attack. A mass on my spine. Nerves splintering. Myelin on their endings being eaten away. Mixed signals from brain to body. Like spark plugs in a car fizzling out.
Multiple Sclerosis. No cure. The condition will be managed.
Wait. I’m not getting better? Ever?
Flash. The woman I was before this invasion is gone. I need to find my new self. This is my life now, my broken body. I didn’t ask for it, but I got it. The woman I was sank but didn’t die. MS creates snowflakes, no two alike. This snowflake refuses to fall. It will rise.
I wish every person going through a tough medical challenge could read that last paragraph, realistic, yet determined and hopeful. Outstanding work.
Very impactful and well written description of coming to terms with a medical condition that will never get better, but slowly continues to degrade you. Been there… still there, too.