I accept...
... that Multiple Sclerosis is the name for what is wrong with me
... that my memory may not always be what it used to be
... that if not already, that maybe someday I'll use a wheelchair or cane
... that each day for the rest of my life I'll probably feel some form of pain
I fear...
... Others reactions when they find out what is wrong with me
... the day I wake up no longer to work and support my family
... the day that I don't have insurance and can't afford my meds
... people not understanding that I'm still me despite what's happening in my head
I reject...
... giving up and feeling sorry for me
... succumbing to the depths of depression with this dreaded disease
... the idea of staying down even after a bad spill
... those who tell me I can't, because, dammit, I can and I will!
I hope...
... that people understand most days I feel like crap, although I look just fine
... that others don't get upset when I need more sleep or time
... that friends can accept me for me and not run away or show pity
... and mostly, I hope, that science is able to find the cure for you and me!
