Once my infusions were complete, I did some reflections. MS was not something I desired or planned on. I noticed I began letting people come alongside me and help me. I was letting myself be cared for, in part because I didn't have a choice. My limp arm and lack of energy made everything difficult or impossible.
I was thankful we had decided to move. The actual move didn't happen until 2 years later, but we began the process. I knew if I had any relapses like this one every once in a while I would need a smaller, flatter and more open house. At the time, I had a two story house with a basement. Each level had a multitude of rooms and doors. Parts of the house had cramped furniture and I would run into it with my left side. I seemed to be unaware of where the center of my body was. I was doing okay with the stairs, but I had to be careful and concentrate. I was acutely aware this couldn't last forever.
At the end of the day through the difficulties and the blessings I will be okay, or I will have the grace to be okay. Either way, I am okay.
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