I find that the hardest thing about being sick is that I
don’t know how I am going to be from hour-to-hour not to mention day-to-day. I
think the hardest thing for me, and probably for lots of individuals with MS,
is accepting the uncertainty or even randomness of the disease. I find myself
asking, will I ever be able to accept this randomness?
I guess all I can do is try.
I find that by accepting my illness as being a part of
who I am, I’m able to adjust accordingly. Don’t get me wrong, I still get angry
and sad about it. And I’ll never buy the bullshit that some people peddle about
MS being a blessing in disguise. But letting MS be a part of me is my way of getting on with my
life.
“Acceptance doesn't mean resignation; it means
understanding that something is what it is and that there's got to be a way
through it.” -- Michael J. Fox
