Living with relapse-remitting multiple sclerosis means walking a strange
path. Often, we may seem to cover miles with reasonable ease, taking the MS
life in stride. But at other times, usually without warning, the most curious
neurological symptoms can bring us to our knees.
Daily, we walk a veritable tightrope between normalcy and numbness,
movement and misery, spryness and spasticity, energy and exhaustion, vigor and
vertigo, wherewithal and weariness, power and pain.
If you are an MSer (or if you know and love one), then you might
understand.
For most of my life, I have jumped into all sorts of
experiences with both feet.
Maybe that’s just how I’m wired. And I kind of think it’s hereditary,
because I come from a family of ready-set-goers. I’m not one to drag my feet,
except when MS foot-drop kicks in. Or when the MS MonSter somehow steps on my
toes and makes them go numb.
Then it’s as if my feet have somehow slipped away.
Sure, I know they are there. I can see them. I can touch them. But I
cannot feel them. Or they actually hurt. Or they don’t obey what I ask them to
do.
MS is a crazy thing. Our own bodies betray us in the weirdest ways
sometimes. And that’s no walk in the park.
It’s OK. I hope to be back on my feet again tomorrow.
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