Almost 2 years to the date of my final radiation treatment, I was diagnosed with MS on January 26, 2015.
It was another bump in the road that I would have to figure out, another thing to let God help me through. He is faithful and always does.
After my doctor's appointment, my husband and I had breakfast. He shared with me that I was his hero. He said he wasn't used to people rising up in the face of illness, he was used to them laying down. He said he was amazed by me.
I'm thankful God gives me the grace to be strong and to do the best with what I have. I've always admired people who seem so strong and amazing when you know life is dealing them the worst hand and I've wondered if I could be that strong. Could I stand and not be taken out? Could I be gracious and steady in the face of adversity?
I called and gave my dad the news, he said he was sorry. I'm thankful I can share this with him. We have the same hair, same eyes and same disease.
My grandma was sad, my brother had questions, my mom thought I was having a more difficult time than I thought I was because I sounded funny on the phone. I was still having a difficult time talking.
I knew I would be okay. No one needed to worry. At the time that I discovered I had MS, I felt that I would prefer MS to cancer any day.
The diagnosis, the initial information, is difficult to take. The news wants to knock you over like a tsunami, but you know if you fall, you may never get back up. If you fall, you may get left on the ground. Everyone else is shocked too. Everyone else is trying to hold themselves up. The best thing to do is lean into the wind and keep moving one slow step at a time. Eventually the wind has to let up a little.
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