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MS… A Life Sentence :(

I started having symptoms in 2009. I was still working and life was good. My symptoms started slowly but progressed rapidly and by January 2010 I had to quit my job and apply for SSD.

I had been seeing doctors and interns at a medical clinic run by a major hospital. The final diagnosis was a pinched nerve in my lower spine. I knew it was something more, so when my insurance kicked in I made an appointment with a neurologist and was diagnosed April 2011. I am tough and don’t cry about this damn disease, but I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I have to say that it really annoys me when others with MS act like its all sunshine and lollipops. I can’t fathom saying I love my MS.

I know everyone has different symptoms and outlooks but come on. I’m guessing this person has very minor symptoms. The only thing I have refused to give up to MS is my dog. I used to enjoy many different activities and a hobby or two, but in I have gone from being able to walk normally in 2009 to needing a walker by Fall 2011.

Please don’t diminish this disease by saying I Love MY MS.

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  • Lisa Emrich moderator
    6 years ago

    Carol, Thank you for sharing your story. Dealing with MS is like riding a roller coaster. The ups and downs, and twists and turns, can throw you around, shake you up, and knock the breath from you. I’m glad that you were able to finally get a diagnosis.

  • Robin
    6 years ago

    Much of my identity is about the achievements I’ve made as a Martial Artist. I am in The Martial Arts Hall Of Fame and I’ve managed to make a comfortable Living as an Instructor in a world dominated by Men.I was diagnosed in 2010 with PPMS after being told for over a year that I was “just getting old”. I must reproach myself constantly to avoid getting caught in the unproductive loop about what I used to be able to do without thinking, to run to the store. to run at all, walk on the beach, drive all night to an event, can’t even walk my dog. But…I HAVE a dog, so I bought a recumbent trike and I walk him with that. I’ve got a dedicated bunch of Black-belts who help me keep my school open. I don’t know whats in store for me, tommorrow, but then, who does…maybe a cure.

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