I could think of many dates, selfish ones, productive ones and those that would mean a lot of friends and family. If I could choose though, I’d want to be there when a cure for MS is found.
Two million people worldwide are living with this incurable illness in their brain and spinal cord, leading to disabilities that maim them or make them withdraw from society, even life.
For those two million people, a cure would mean a wonder, a dream come true. No more wheelchair, no more bags of medication, disabling neuropathic and chronic pains. No more being shut out of family and friends. No more carers or hospitals, no more being stuck within themselves. To them, a cure would mean the world.
For me, it would mean a return to work, something I dream of quite regularly. While I cope mentally as I am right now, physically severe trigeminal neuralgia and disabling fatigue locks me in my dark bedroom. Listening to the TV instead of watching it, having to put down my books and rest my eyes. But I cope. To me, a cure would mean everything.
Until then, we wait. We wait patiently or impatiently. We hang on life and we hope. We hope that day will come soon. And when it happens, I want to be there.
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