I was diagnosed in May after a trip to the ER and spent six days in the hospital. During the stay I was given steroid treatments for 5 days and discharged in worse condition than when I arrived. Unable to walk steady because of gait issues, double vision, and facial numbness on the right side. The first few weeks were really rough. I was overwhelmed with all the administrative tasks that I needed to do like applying for temporary disability, trying to find a PT that could come to the house that would be covered by insurance. Which I never did, it became too frustrating and I gave up. There is such a strong feeling of grieving for the life I had finally made for myself and having it taken away. I’m 49 years old, a widow of 9 years. I’ve worked for the same company for 23 years. My children are grown, 30, 23, and 18. The two younger live at home. I lived a very independent life. I was always the caregiver, the one who did it all and never needed help. Even at work I was the administrative assistant that was known to be super dependable. My team knew if they needed anything it would get done. All of the norms in my life were suddenly stripped away and replaced by uncertainties. I’m a creature of habit and thrive on routine and now I have little control. It’s a difficult transition going from dependable to dependent. I know this will eventually get easier. Anyone else feel this type of grief?