MS and PTSD: not all in your head
Life with MS is an is an ever-changing intimate tale of loss and redemption and of love and forgiveness within your relationship with yourself. Not one day should be the same, and not one minute can go lost to idle words or feelings.
MS + single on Valentine’s Day?
You can channel your inner delightfully, dazzling diva while wearing pyjamas, dog-shaped winter socks, leg warmers and your turban hair towel.
Things that make you love and hate MS resolutions
“I must work towards a new set of ears,” I thought, blissfully unaware that getting these would be a herculean feat of biomechanical engineering. No matter how much I wished to exchange one of my senses because of bouts of noise intolerance, I had to retort to the usual, “Ah, the joys of life with MS” when laughing about another one of my MS-induced naps the following day.
My Christmas heroes
Those who willingly and therefore as blindly as I was, kept walking beside me are the heroes in this fourteen year long tale of chronic illness, daily wretched pain and forgiveness, of daily adaptation and understanding.
Time heals, perhaps even MS
As you move on in life, you will find that perhaps your diagnosis was something that needed to happen to see what is really important in life. It is not an expensive new car, clothes, jewelry. It’s health and acceptance, though flawed the best of times.
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Like Roy Keane’s dog Triggs, I also ponder the undeniable finiteness of life and how best to get through it unscathed.
In search of my MS Zen
Despite having my inner dialogue running into philosophical mayhem, parameters on what I perceived to be acceptable have been reset, and my inner dialogue needs a fix as an intuitively sharp anguish took over my mindset last week.
