Life with MS: 17 years of ‘what the hell just happened?!’
Life goes on with all the good it can bring, and with goals I yet want to achieve, so I tolerate MS. There’s no resentment or blame, no more heartache, guilt or doubt.
Oh, there’s the dog thing…
You and I will have to overcome certain difficulties, one of which is my perceived view on time, while I know time is a non-existent concept to you. Both of us have body clocks, but that’s about as far as your time management goes.
OMG, we made it to 2020! Happy New Year!
This could be about new year's resolutions but the year is not ready yet to accept failure on my part!
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.
Winner Best Blog Post 2018 in the Ireland Blog Awards!
Like Roy Keane’s dog Triggs, I also ponder the undeniable finiteness of life and how best to get through it unscathed.
Happy World MS Day!
Let's do our bit to advance research until we find a cure. and be part of the solution instead of the problem!
Why I should be a brainiac, but I’m not
It happened again. Just when I attempted to maximise my brain, it decided to take over and run the show. It’ll be fun, it said. But, it was so not pretty. Not even by a long mile. With so much physical pain and hence collected a fair amount of neurology-related knowledge due to life with MS, I should be a brainiac. Yet, I am not.
