6 years on and I’m still learning.

I was inspired to write this entry after I took a turn in the gym. One of the reoccurring themes of my MS journey is heat sensitivity or heat intolerance, also known as Uhthoff’s phenomenon. I want to share my experiences with heat and exercise.

So, what, we all get hot? True. But do you experience any of the following? Blurred vision, double vision, fatigue, heavy limbs, feeling faint, dizziness/vertigo, hot flushes, cold flushes, incontinence, numbness, mood changes or a burning sensation? I’ve no doubt that you’ve experienced at least two of the following symptoms. Let me explain how Multiple Sclerosis never lets me forget about it.

I woke up and struggled to get out of bed. I knew I was more fatigued on this day than I was the previous, but I felt that I needed to suck it up and just go to the gym. I’m never overly enthusiastic about going to the gym, I was more conscious of my lack of interest on this day because it was very warm. I was anticipating a mini flare up or two. Class began and I kept telling myself to keep pushing and keep going. I didn’t want to make a show of myself in front of everyone. I worked as hard as I could, which in hindsight probably didn’t look like much from an outsider’s point of view!

20 minutes into the workout I remember thinking that the heat was relentless. I felt as though I was boiling from the inside and that my body was melting.

(Side note: Roughly 6 years ago the right side of my body went numb and I had pins and needles. The symptoms that accompany flare ups generally dissipate after around 6 weeks. But, sometimes those symptoms may linger. I have yet to regain complete feeling on the lower right-hand side of my face (the cheek to jaw area) and a patch on my right forearm also has diminished sensitivity.)

I noticed that the numbness on my face had begun to tingle and spread upwards from my cheekbone and stopped just beyond my temple. My whole body just started to slow down. My legs began to feel weak; I was telling them to move, but it was like they had been filled with cement. Lifting them was becoming gradually harder. I thought the session would never end. I’ve grown accustomed to mini flare ups during training; blurred vision and the spreading of numbness usually, but this workout took a lot out of me.

Once I got home the fan was switched on. I must take lukewarm to cool showers. If I take a hot one, I end up with tremors, blurred vision, dizziness and numbness spreads around my body for a few hours after. Far from ideal. Towards the latter half of the day I began to feel a bit better.

The following morning, I had another gym appointment. It was much cooler today than it was yesterday. We began the circuit style session. The first round wasn’t too bad, I pushed myself and was doing alright. Then, out of nowhere during the first stage of the second round I felt a warm flush run through my body from head to toe. Out of the blue I was roasted. Just like that, my mood changed. I felt angry. I started to feel very weak. I remember thinking that the weights should not feel this heavy. I physically could not raise my hands above my head no matter how hard I tried. I was telling myself that I can do it, don’t make a nuisance of yourself. Then my vision blurred.

Rising from the bench to move onto the next piece of equipment I got a sudden case of the spinners. I could liken it to coming off a merry-go-round as a child. I walked to the toilet while holding onto various pieces of equipment to make sure I didn’t fall. I wanted to cry. I felt defeated. I go to the gym to try and better myself and yet my body stops me from doing so? That’s irrefutably unfair. I splashed cold water on my face and wrists in a futile attempt to cool down. By now I was seeing double. I was beyond frustrated. I waddled back to the gym floor and was adamant to try again. And I did. But not for long. I was ready to collapse. And so, I had to be driven home. I slowly trudged up the stairs, stood under the water in the shower, cried and went to bed.

The most exasperating part of this illness is its invisibility. How can one experience so much torture inside one’s own body and no one can see it? It’s tougher to deal with MS when no one can see your suffering and understandably cannot comprehend what I experience. And people think I’m mad for disliking summer! Upon reflection, I didn’t do myself any favours. I knew my body was telling me to stop, and I suffered the consequences as a result. I’m still learning to take these symptoms seriously and to know when I need to just stop. I’ll get there! Chin up and keep going.

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Fatigue Is Not My Friend

Sometimes I feel that people really don’t quite grasp the concept of fatigue. People assume that you can’t be that tired all the time. You’re sleeping all day? There’s no way you can be that tired. You’re limbs feel weak? I doubt you feel that bad. I can assure you; no one in their right mind would fake having fatigue.

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Multiple Sclerosis in itself is a disadvantage. Doctors always say that I am “normal” and that “I will be able to live a normal life”. I call bullsh*t. MS fatigue is a crippling kick in the nuts. It can affect you in so many different ways. It makes life 10 times, if not more, harder for me. For example, I was in sitting in a lecture, naturally one must hold a pen when trying to write notes. Something that is so simple to everyone else was near impossible for me. I kept dropping the stupid thing on the floor. It’s like my muscles just did not want to cooperate. I was telling myself to hold the pen, get a grip on it and start writing. But, for some reason there was no way my hand would keep its grip. During the stages that I managed to pick the pen up and keep it in my hand, my mind was elsewhere.

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Every time I started to write notes my mind would go blank. What did the lecturer just say? What are we talking about again? I took a look down at my note book to see if I could read the sentence and finish it off myself. It was disheartening and confusing to see that not only did my writing become fairly illegible, but, some of the sentences didn’t make sense. I had skipped words, wrote down the wrong word, misspelt a lot of words. It was so mind boggling that even though I thought I was writing down everything perfect and that it all made sense nothing was right in the slightest. All of a sudden I’m looking at something that I have no recollection in taking down. It’s really frightening, being convinced that you’re doing one thing but it turns out that you’re doing something completely different. I was sitting in a lecture hall full of “normal” people and I just felt sick to my stomach. All because I was tired I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t hold a pen, couldn’t complete a full sentence. Everyone else that was tired just sipped on tea or coffee. This is not “normal”.

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When I’m this tired my mind doesn’t wander. It just switches off. I’m looking at things, but, I’m not seeing them. I’m listening to things, but, I can’t hear them. I try my hardest to pay attention and to take things in, but, I might as well be a dog trying to meow. When fatigue hits me like this I feel so pathetic. I get so pissed off because no matter how hard I try I can’t do anything with 100% of my being. To be able to give 10% is an achievement for me.

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People don’t understand just how much fatigue affects a person. When they ask how I am and I say that I feel tired, or that I’m a bit weak, I feel like people think that I’m just saying it for the sake of saying it. I know what’s going through their mind; “she can’t always be tired”, “there’s no way she’s still tired”, “tired again, no surprise”. If you ask me how I am, expect the truth. I’m not one to sugarcoat things. Most of the time it feels like people don’t believe me anymore when I say that I feel some way fatigued. It’s almost as though I am the boy who cried wolf. Whereas I’ve never once lied about how I’m feeling. Explaining how I feel takes a lot out of me. I can understand why others with a chronic illness just reply with “fine”. It makes life so much easier and it wouldn’t make me feel as though I’m being shrugged off.

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A lot of the time I feel as though I have to apologise for being so tired so often. That being said, apologising doesn’t feel like it suffices. If I could change how fatigue affects me I would in a heartbeat. If I could go to lectures and take notes like a normal person, I would. If I could do a normal work day, 9-5, and not come home 100% bolloxed, I would. If I could wake up after a full nights sleep and feel 100% rested, I would.

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Life’s a bitch. Believe me when I say that fatigue is a real thing. It’s by far the worst symptom of MS that I have experienced and still do experience on a day to day basis. I can’t imagine feeling refreshed and not feeling tired. The thought of my muscles not feeling weak, the thought of my eyes not burning from sleepiness, the thought of limbs not feeling like cement, the thought of my concentration levels being “normal” are all like a far off dream. Maybe someday the fatigue will lessen, who knows, maybe they’ll find a cure. You have to play with the cards you’ve been dealt. Mine are worn, ripped and stained, but, I’m still playing. I’ve no plan on folding anytime soon.

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Cognitive Defects

Cognitive changes are common in people with MS — about half of MSers will develop some type of problem(s) with cognition. When I say “cognitive” I’m referring to things like speech, memory, concentration and attention etc. Everything that one takes for granted until things start to get a bit difficult; mixing sounds when speaking, forgetting things more than usual, having the attention span of a gold fish. A person may experience difficulties in only one or two areas of cognitive functioning or in several.

For me, this aspect of MS is worsened when I’m fatigued. It is so frustrating! Simple things like remembering a word for something can be so challenging. This is called verbal fluency a.k.a. word-finding. There’s nothing worse than having the sentence loosely formed in your head, but, then when you try to find the word for said object and you can’t is just so unfair! It feels like you’re searching a dictionary where the one word you are looking for has been scribbled out in the book. It no longer exists in your brain. You know it’s there, you just can’t see through the permanent black ink covering it. I have to think really hard about it and the harder I think, the tougher it gets to find the word! It’s like playing one of those claw games; you know where you have 3 chances to pick up the fluffy toy? Sometimes you think you have the word. You’re so close! Almost there..! And you drop it. It makes me so furious! And of course, the angrier I get the harder still it is to find the word! Until I give up, and just hope to God that the person knows what I’m talking about. Another aspect of this is mixing up word sounds. In my head it says “speak”, but, I say “speech”. Who knew that something so simple could be so annoying?

My memory doesn’t function at 100% either. If MS can take it, MS will take it. These days I find myself writing things down on my phone or making lists so that I don’t forget anything. I put regular reminders on my phone, things like appointments, what medication to take and when etc. I notice more and more lately that I forget things that I need to do, like putting socks on, getting cutlery or turning off lights and switches. I understand that everyone does this once in a while, but, I do them more often than I care to admit. At times I forget that I have tasks already done and yet I’d go to do it again anyway, only to figure out that I did it just a few minutes ago. Brushing my teeth is a good example; I can’t even tell you how many times I go to brush my teeth! Annoyingly, now and again I can’t remember if I have gone to the toilet or not. How flucked up is that?! (I’ve no shame lads, I’ll tell you anything 😉 ) I could tell you the same thing three or four times simply because I forgot that I told you the time previous to that. It’s really simple things like that, that can mess with your mind. I feel like I’m losing it every so often; redoing things that I did only minutes beforehand. It makes me feel really stupid and fairly pathetic to be honest. Sometimes I can see the funny side of it though; I mean it’s comical sitting on the loo and thinking “wait, why don’t I feel like I need to go?” How in the world could you forget peeing?! Oh, you would be surprised what MS can do to one’s short term memory.

I find that concentrating can be awfully strenuous as well. Giving my complete attention to one thing is much more demanding than it should be. I could read the same line over and over again, but, no way in hell would my brain register it. Someone could be talking to me, but, I would only hear muffling. I have to stop them and ask them to repeat themselves, sometimes more than once! It’s really embarrassing having to ask them to say it a third time, especially when what they have said still doesn’t register. To avoid any tension you just agree and let them move on, hoping that you might be able to pick up what you missed during the rest of the conversation. Giving things divided attention can be pretty difficult for me. It’s hard enough for me to concentrate on one thing, don’t mind two or three! Don’t ask me to text and watch TV at the same time, reading while listening to music isn’t my forte either. Don’t expect me to talk to or listen to you while I am painting my nails! For the split few seconds that I am brushing my hair, I have no idea what you just said to me.

All in all, MS likes to make a fool of you. As if having speech problems wasn’t bad enough, why not let me have memory and focus problems too! Sound MS, you’re a legend.

When MS Gets the Upper hand

No matter how hard you try, staying strong isn’t always an option. Sometimes the disease and everything that goes with it just overwhelms you and you break down. You try to bottle things up, deal with them as best you can, but, every now and then it becomes too much. It feels like a heavy burden is weighing on your chest. It’s not that you want to give up or give in; it’s just that your body, physically and emotionally, can’t take anymore.

Multiple Sclerosis sickens me, literally. I find that one of the most difficult parts about this disease is its invisibility. Although you can’t tell the uproar that my body is going through, I most certainly can feel it. Yes, it makes things easier to hide and to pretend that everything is okay, but, it also leads to people questioning your credibility. “Does she really have a headache?” “She can’t be dizzy again.” “She hardly feels that all the time.” “No one is always that tired.” If only you knew, if only you had an iota of how MS makes me feel. Some days I can go about my business and give the impression that I’m “normal”, but, then I go through a phase where Multiple Sclerosis takes over and there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t speak for everyone with this disease, but for me, these phases are hard, disheartening and soul crushing.

There are times when MS breaks you down physically. You’ve used up all of your energy and now you have to stop everything and charge yourself up for the next few weeks. That’s what it feels like for me. At the start my energy levels are at about 90% (I don’t think I’ve ever seen 100%!). They decrease every day; some days use up more energy than others. No matter how much I sleep or rest those levels never increase significantly. Being tired the majority of the time is something one can never get used to. Especially with MS related fatigue. One minute my energy levels are at 85% and without warning they crash down to the mid-forties. Imagine trying to charge your phone or laptop off of thin air, that’s what sleep and rest feels like for me. I begin to slow down, thoughts become sluggish, concentration is near impossible, and movement requires more and more effort. Doing nothing merely drains the life from my battery. It’s physically exhausting.

As you can imagine, when you are physically drained you start to get annoyed because you can’t always do the simple things. Tying your shoe laces is like running a marathon, keeping your eyes open is like a game of tug-of-war between your upper and lower eyelids. It gets irritating when you think about how people are deceived into the idea that patients with MS can “live a normal life”. Enlighten me, how is fighting with your own body normal? You go through stages. You start off determined not to let this disease stop you from doing what you want to do. Then you have to slow down, but, you’re still adamant on doing as much as you can to the best of your abilities. Once this phase is over you feel your motivation decreasing, you’re emotionally shattered from trying to cheer yourself on and not give in to the illness. By now the disease is winning. You feel defeated and pathetic. “Why can everyone else do this but I can’t?” “If it wasn’t for MS I would be able to take the stairs.” “If it wasn’t for MS I would be able to drive to the shop.” “If it wasn’t for MS I would be able to hang out with my friends without having to cancel or back out at the last minute.” “If it wasn’t for MS people wouldn’t pity me.”

Multiple Sclerosis preys on your emotional stability, or lack thereof. Once your battery is completely dead there is nothing more you can do. You give in. You let the illness take over. You feel miserable, physically, mentally and emotionally. It all becomes too much for you to handle. The fatigue, the special treatment, the heat intolerance, the emotional mayhem, the dizzy spells, the blurred vision, the spasticity, I could go on and on. They all build up like water behind a dam. When there is too much pressure on the dam, cracks begin to appear. As time goes on those cracks get bigger leading to holes. Sure enough those holes lead to the dam’s demise. It collapses and suffocates under the immense force of the water.

Having MS is not easy. I wasn’t told otherwise. That being said, I wasn’t warned about the vast struggle that I would have to face either. People forget that I have Multiple Sclerosis because I can do “normal” things. They’re not normal for me; I can’t go as fast or work as hard. I can’t make plans too far into the future in fear of having some sort of a flare up. You get tired of feeling tired all of the time. You feel sickened by the fact that MS singles you out and makes a show of you when you’re at your most vulnerable. It grabs a hold of your heart and squeezes it tight, reminding you that MS has not left and will not be leaving anytime soon.

I’m all for positivity and not letting MS get the better of me, for too long anyway. Sometimes that’s a lot easier said than done though. Sometimes MS wins. Sometimes you have to let it take over, so that you can try your best to recharge your batteries and give MS a run for its money. Or myelin (horrible joke..). Usually after this awful phase I’m back up on my feet, gloves on, ready to kick MS’s ass and put it back in its place. Unfortunately, you have to go through hell first.

MS and Normality

They say that people with MS can live a “normal life”. I have been diagnosed almost 2 years and I disagree with that statement. If by “normal” they mean “restricted”, then sure, you can live said life. Yes, for the most part I am able to do what any other “normal”person can do, but, my abilities are restricted. It’s the simple little things that build up after a while and you start to feel frustrated and not so “normal”.

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I along with 80% of MSers struggle with fatigue. Click here to read my blog on fatigue. This is definitely the most frustrating symptom to live with. Being so tired a lot of the time is far from “normal”. I could wake up a little sleepy, who doesn’t? But, all of a sudden when I get downstairs my energy is zapped! My legs feel heavy, my eyes won’t stay open and I have no enthusiasm or interest in doing anything. Just like that, I’m as good as a vegetable. Now, imagine that I have plans to go to a concert. I have been looking forward to this event for months. I feel like a dead weight and I’m supposed to drive an hour up the road to see this gig. How sh*t is that? I’m sure you understand how utterly infuriating that is!

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Another thing that makes me feel different is when I go to the gym. I have different exercises that I do because my body isn’t able to do the regular ones. I know that its great being able to go to the gym full stop, but, when your programme has to be changed because your balance isn’t great or you get tired much faster than everyone else; it’s a bit of a kick up the hole. I need a fan on me for the majority of the time because I suffer from heat intolerance. Meaning, symptoms can appear while my body is over heated. I usually get dizzy, my vision gets blurry and every ounce of energy get sucked out of me like a vampire sucking blood from it’s prey. Not a very pleasant experience, to say the least. This is frustrating, and most importantly, embarrassing. Having to stop your workout in front of people who are exercising diligently is heart-breaking. I was trying just as hard as they were, but, because of this stupid illness I was forced to stop. How is that anyway “normal”? Why do I get punished for doing something that is vital in keeping healthy as exercising? It makes me so mad. When one is diagnosed with MS one hears a lot of phrases like “you will live a normal life”, “you are no different than anyone else”. How about you tell that to this stupid disease? Enraging. Everyone has a limit, but, mine seems to be lower than Liverpool on the Premier League table. I have to do everything slower. Start off with lower weights, walk slowly as opposed to briskly, and get up from seating positions (on the ground or bench) gradually because of my balance and the fact that I’m prone to dizzy spells. That is not normal!

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Not only do I have to exercise with caution, but, I must choose which career to pursue with care. I’ve wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember. Apparently this is the perfect job for someone like me, someone with MS. I can sit down, I don’t have to do a lot of walking, I can do part-time hours, not much stress is involved (allegedly), the holidays, the weekends etc. How is this normal? Having to pick your career based on your health and physical abilities. This disease is unfair, what illness isn’t though? It’s annoying that I have to think about my distant future at the age of 22. I have only just got my degree, now I have to think about things like “What if I relapse?” “What if I need time off to get an MRI?” “What if I have to go home due to feeling unwell?” “What if my medication doesn’t work and I need time off to start my new meds?” All of these questions need to be accommodated for before I can pick the career path that I want to follow. Someone please tell me how this is normal. I understand that many people have to ask themselves questions before they can pursue their desired occupation, but, do they have to ask themselves questions like I do?

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I do still strongly believe in positive thinking, but it can be hard to stay positive all the time. Sometimes the little things build up and you just feel like exploding. You realise that you’re not in fact “normal” and you are in fact “different”. Once you come to this realisation its another step that you have to take in accepting this stupid disease. It’s hard for people to understand the mental turmoil MSers go through. They hear that we can live a normal life and then assume that we are normal. I am not “normal” and I will not be “normal” for the rest of my live. I am different, and its up to me to find a way to live with that. MSers feel the need to do things on their own and keep up with everyone else in order to keep their pride and live up to this “normal” façade that has been created. Its hard for me to ask for help, even though I know that everyone is willing to help me. People with MS feel hopeless when they ask for help, we are not “normal”. We need help, we need understanding, and we need patience. Not just from others, but, from ourselves. If we can’t accept this disease for what it is, negativity will take over and life will undoubtedly become more frustrating and more infuriating. MS is hard to live with. Physically it is heart-breaking, pride knocking and exasperating to boot. I feel that this disease is much harder on one’s mental health than any other aspect. If you can’t stay positive you’re in big trouble. Accept who you are, you have to live with this disease for the foreseeable future. It is not the opinions of others that MSers should worry about, but, the opinions we have of ourselves. If we can’t find a reason to keep going and plough through this illness will eat you up and spit you out without hesitation.

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Life comes with ups and downs. Unfortunately, for those who have MS depression can be a very prevalent symptom. The feeling of being “abnormal” and “different” definitely doesn’t help us. Although we try our best to fit in and be normal, sometimes its just not possible. The mental anguish that one goes through is appalling. Being told by doctors who have no concept of what it is like to personally have the disease that you are normal and just like everyone else makes my blood boil. Yes, I can do as others do, just in slow motion so I fall behind or so that I will never catch up. The pace of my life is far inferior to than of a “normal” person. It is frustrating, but, you have to carry on. You have to live your life, not theirs. One must not compare oneself to another if they are to possess happiness. Keep living. Albeit in the fast lane, or the slow lane; never give up.

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Telling People Face to Face that I Have MS

Most of the people I know have heard of MS one way or another. They either know someone with the disease or know of it because of me. You know, they did their research around the time that I was diagnosed. All of this being said; I haven’t really had a proper opportunity to explain it to many people. I did write a blog post about it (click here) explaining what it is and the like, but, I haven’t had much of a chance to explain it verbally. It’s a good job too because I get baffled and sometimes worry when I explain it to someone face to face, I’m afraid that I can’t get my point across.

I have no problem letting the world know that I have a chronic illness. I am absolutely fine with that. Sometimes, it can be unnerving to tell new people that I have it though. It scares me to think about how they’d feel and/or act about it or about me after hearing such heavy news. When people hear the word “chronic” they automatically assume it refers to fatal, contagious or something disgusting. Then when they hear “disease” all of the same assumptions come up. That makes it really hard for me to explain it to them without them thinking that I’m dying, or that they’re going to get cooties!

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I look at the serious side of it first; will they not want to get involved with me? Have I just turned them off getting to know me? Then I see the funny side; they think that I’m some kind of a blood sucking monster..pretty sure they’re known as vampires now, but, minor details! Or a big cootie bearing monster and with one touch they will also get MS and die an awful, painful death. It’s kind of funny really! It just goes to show how little work has been and is being done to raise Multiple Sclerosis awareness.

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I don’t mind letting the world know that I have this chronic illness, it’s when the world starts treating me differently to those who don’t have one that bothers me. Yes, I get sick, I suffer from things that you don’t, but, I’m still Karolyn. I’m not going to infect you with a flesh eating virus or anything. Sometimes when I tell people they don’t know how to react. It can be awkward at first, but it doesn’t have to be! I’m absolutely fine with this stupid disease. Its shit, but, I cope with it. You don’t have to look at me as if I have 7 eyes and ooze is coming out of my ears and nose. I promise; my MS will not hurt you!

The most obvious reaction to telling new people about my illness is one of overwhelming pity and extreme awkwardness. I dread telling people because of that reason, especially when they’re not aware of Multiple Sclerosis and what it entails. I’m not taking a stab at people here; I’m just saying that MS awareness is so low that many people haven’t a clue what it is and instantly feel unsure about me when I tell them. I get that confused look; “what do I say?” “What is a chronic illness?” “Is she dying?” They don’t make me feel very good about myself to be fair! That being said, it’s aan expected reaction, its not like I don’t presume it when I tell people.

Finally, just to reiterate; I am not a contagious freak, I am not dying, I am not a disgusting cootie monster! Just don’t make me angry 😉

Being a “Fighter”

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People have expectations. You’re either going to be strong, or you’re going to fall. You have to make the decision, will you keep going or will you just shrug and give up? I chose to fight.

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By “fight” I mean that I decided to continue my life and not let the diagnosis of MS define who Karolyn was. Let’s face it; people will still look at me as the girl who has MS. The least I can do is be the girl who didn’t give in. Having MS has done a lot of damage to me physically, but, getting the official diagnosis has also done a lot to me mentally and emotionally. No one can prepare for a life altering condition, not even Brian O’ Driscoll.

1201375-25098613-640-360With Multiple Sclerosis you see the word “fighter” everywhere; “survivor” is pretty common too. I’m not sure if I agree with any of these terms. Everyone is a fighter and everyone is a survivor, we’re just going through different battles and struggles. I simply chose to keep going. Sometimes having stupid MS symptoms like spasticity, numbness and the like can be heart-breaking, so much so that you just have to breakdown. You’ve ran out of gas. Now all you have to do is get some more so that you can keep on going. It’s just a small bump on a long and bendy road known as “life”.

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My fighting and your fighting might have two different meanings. Fighting for me is getting up out of bed when all I want to do is sleep. It’s going to college and concentrating as much as I can to get a good degree. It’s going for a walk even though my body is saying that it’s exhausted. These little things aren’t much to your “average” person. I can’t comment on what others might be fighting on a daily basis, but, I know that for me it’s the little things.

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You don’t need to have a continuous positive attitude, I certainly don’t. Sometimes others try to understand what I’m going through and they are there to help as best they can. Sometimes that’s not always enough. Every now and then it’s you who has to help yourself. You have to walk that extra mile to the gas station and get the fuel you need to keep going. There are days where I am absolutely sick of how my disease makes me feel, physically, mentally and emotionally. Seriously, everyone is entitled to a bad day. I wallow in self-pity for a day or two, but, I get up again.

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Maybe some would call me a fighter, some would call me brave and strong; I call it coping. You get a shit diagnosis, you cry, you take a deep breath and you carry on. Every road has potholes, some roads are worse than others. You slow down, take it easy going over the hurdle, but, always get back on track. “Fighting” is a daily obstacle for some. It can be for me anyway. I can only speak for myself when I say that I am coping, but, let me have my bad days. Nothing can bloom without rain, right?

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