For many a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis can be very difficult. I'm sure that in future blogs I am likely to complain about the negative elements, but for today I am going to push them aside and look at the good that I feel has come of my diagnosis.
In the run up to my diagnosis I wasn't quite sure what was wrong. I thought perhaps my symptoms caused by stress or lack of sleep, perhaps nerve damage. The issues I had in the initial stages were mild enough for me to push to the back of my mind and carry on with my day most of the time. Everything seemed to be on one side of my body at first, I began to think it was nerve damage from the position in which I slept. As the symptoms began to spread across to the other side of my body I began to grow more concerned. I was struck by a nasty case of optic neuritis in my right eye. In my opinion this was the most sinister of all issues I had experienced. I was in the last semester in my final year of college, studying art, so the thoughts of losing my sight terrified me. With the neuro qualifications I had earned from watching far too many episodes of Grey's Anatomy I decided that if the symptoms were spreading on either side of my body, then it must be a central tumour or MS.
When it was investigated and the diagnosis was given to me, I was relieved. That may not be the case for many I am sure, but this was my experience. Since then I have changed in many ways, I am far more focused on what I want from life. I take better care of myself. I have a holistic approach to my health. My diet has improved (sometimes). I have more time at home with my family. A clearer vision of the things I want to achieve and I am more determined to reach these goals. I have become far more decisive and worry far less about my decisions once they have been made. I decided after years of debating to just take the plunge and go blonde. I make the most of opportunities and fret less over trivial things!
In the beginning of my diagnosis I felt that I would have liked another 10 years before finding out. I have now changed my mind. I consider myself so lucky to have found out about my condition at the age I did and I will have the medicines working in my system for longer.
As mentioned in my previous blog…. I have also come to realise I love my converse as much as my heels!
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